I just drink a little bit of happiness Before I go out on my own I will leave this bar all filled up They'll never know I'll be gone I just wipe a little bitty teardrop As I step out on the street But when the morning comes I know I'll be back on my feet. Friday night, feels like a pile of fun Lies ahead of me I go dancing with the ladies Drinking beer I leave my misery When the lights come on My festive mood comes down, I'm lonesome here I'll be heading for home And my friends seem like they don't care Well I know I keep complaining 'bout my weekend life Sure, at times I'll be as drunk as a kite But when Monday comes around I'll be sober and fresh Cause Sunday is my day of rest and regrets