Midday, Friday, Payday, damn! I should have been up by eleven What's the man to do, No dough, No money What's the man to do Oh! Breezin', Squeezin', Sun's going down I got to get cash now by seven What's the man to you no dough Wanna know, wanna really know Sittin' here all alone Melancholy like a saxophone When the nights passing by... Chorus: Oh, I'll survive Spend my weekend on my back That's all right Oh, I'll survive Spend my time on my own That's all right Saturday's a pain for poor And I got all my friends hang up the Phone so, What's the man to do, No dough, No money On a Saturday, no funny Only place where breakfast's served Is McDiddelidonkadonkaDonalds What's the man to you, gotta go Wanna know, wanna really know Sittin' here all alone Melancholy like a saxophone Where the lights turning low... Chorus Now we're here, Sunday's long Where the sun's shining strong Turn my mind to a smile Have to stay here for a while Chorus Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn! I should have been up by eleven