WHEN THE SUN DROPS YOU AIN'T GONNA BE HUNGOVER THE NEXT DAY
WHEN THE COMIT HITS, YOU AIN'T GONNA HAVE NO BILLS TO PAY
WHEN THE BOMB DROPS, IT'S GONNA BE A FOUR DAY WEEKEND
HEY HEY!
WHEN IT'S ALL DONE, I'M GONNA FEEL GREAT.
Finally.
And when I finally got to work today, I ate my Subway sandwich, and I drank my Coca-Cola Classic, and then I ate my Sunchips and I thought about the weekend when I'd fill up my Ford van with Mobil brand gas and drive to the Clear Channel venue and I'd drink myself a Budweiser and play my Fender guitar through my Fender amplifier and tell the kids with a straight face through a Shure microphone and JBL speakers that corporate rock is for suckers.
Uhh, yeah.
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