Clock in clock out working overtime Getting payed by the hour I'm making $10.95 I can hear that Jukebox playing, I got neon on my mind Wishing I could fast forward to Friday after five To the weekend Every morning I wake up barely hanging on Body aching, Lord, I'm praying to keep me going strong I still put on my blues strap up my boots Gotta do what you gotta do if you're gonna get To the weekend We'll be popping our tops and tipping 'em back We ain't thinking About a long-ass work week bartender pour me Round one, round two, round three, round four Gimme a tall can of ice-cold Coors Doing what I gotta do to get through Here's to the weekend Monday morning I might be just a little hungover Hell, I might even be working just a little bit slower But I still get the job done, boss man don't say nothing I show up on time push through the grind eye on the finish line To the weekend We'll be popping our tops and tipping 'em back We ain't thinking About a long-ass work week bartender pour me Round one, round two, round three, round four Gimme a tall can of ice-cold Coors Doing what I gotta do to get through Here's to the weekend Here's to the weekend ♪ Here's to the weekend We'll be popping our tops and tipping 'em back We ain't thinking About a long-ass work week bartender pour me Round one, round two, round three, round four Gimme a tall can of ice-cold Coors Doing what I gotta do to get through Cheers to, here's to the weekend Here's to the weekend, oh, yeah, yeah