Pocket Full of Friday

Lyrics

Got a pocket full of Friday And a little left to spend Put the week down right beside me Let the good part start again Five past six and the lift moves slow Whole day stuck in a yes, boss, no Now the street's got drums in the crosswalk beep And a bass line tucked in the soles of my feet Meet me at the place with the red back door Same two stools on a crooked floor We ain't got a table with a velvet rope But the cook knows our names and he keeps it close First bite hot, had to wave my hand You laugh so hard that you spill your can Small little scene, but it does the job When the week keeps taking, we get some back Got a pocket full of Friday And a little left to spend Put the week down right beside me Let the good part start again Got a pocket full of Friday Let it jingle when I move If you're looking for the bright side There's a little in this groove No guest list, got a text saying where Pull another chair, everybody's there We don't talk numbers, we don't trade titles Just the real-life mess and the small revivals Somebody's single, somebody's tired Somebody booked that trip they kept putting aside I been saving every smile for the camera flash Now I'm laughing so much that I forget to ask Leave a little space for nothing planned Let the good night get out of hand Got a pocket full of Friday And a little left to spend Put the week down right beside me Let the good part start again Got a pocket full of Friday Let it jingle when I move If you're looking for the bright side There's a little in this groove A little in this groove A little left for you