A
Got some cash in my pocket, and it's burning a hole
Got the boss on my back, and it's gettin' real old
     D                                             A
This week's been hell, but I'll party it out of my mind
     E                                    A    D
From Friday at 5, 'till Sunday at closin' time

      A
Ain't punchin' no clock, ain't makin' no plans
Need a girl on my arm, and a beer in my hand
    D                                               A
I'm tight as a drum, but I'm gonna cut loose and un wind
     E                                    A    A/B A/C#
From Friday at 5, 'till Sunday at closin' time

         D
Got some pretty little women, waiting on me
   A
To shake up this sleepy old town
       D
That's one job I take seriously
           B                     E
I wouldn't dream of lettin' them down

      A
Got a call from my ex, and she's askin' for more
I'm late with the rent and the wolf's at the door
     D                                          A
But, that's gonna be the furthest thing from my mind
     E                                    A
From Friday at 5, 'till Sunday at closin' time

         D
Got some pretty little women, waiting on me
   A
To shake up this sleepy old town
       D
That's one job I take seriously
           B                     E
I wouldn't dream of lettin' them down

         A
It might take me all week, to get back on my feet
       D
But, I know I'll be alright
     E                                    A    D
From Friday at 5, 'till Sunday at closin' time
     A
From Friday at 5
      E                 A
'Till Sunday at closin' time