The Weekend Lyrics

You slave and toil day after day

For a crummy job with meager pay

A cog in the machine five days a week

Fighting for a future not so damn bleak

You put down your time card, pick up a sign

Fighting for the rights that you've been denied

Well leave the job and leave the fight

And that your luck it's a Friday night

So get off the soapbox and grab a beer

Forget the struggle, forget the fear

Just relax and don't give a care

Join the party

We'll see you there

Because tonight is just for us

To enjoy life without the fuss

Tomorrow the struggle will go on

But tonight is just for fun

Oi oi oi

You give all you got till there's no more

Forty hours a week your life's a bore

Beaten down by the daily grind

All the politics and games fuck with your mind

Doing everything you can do

To stop all of those who fuck with you

When people look at you with scorn

Say "I've been working class since I was born"

So have a drink with your friends

And hope this night never ends