Bob Dylan - Friday | Текст песни

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• Bob Dylan
• Friday

7 a.m., waking up in the morning
Got to be fresh, got to go downstairs
Got to have my bowl, got to have cereal
Seeing everything, the time is going
Ticking on and on, everybody’s rushing
Got to get down to the bus stop
Got to catch my bus, I see my friends (my friends)

Kicking in the front seat
Sitting in the back seat
Got to make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

It’s Friday, Friday
Got to get down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend,
Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

7:45, we’re driving on the highway
Cruising so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

Kicking in the front seat
Sitting in the back seat
Got to make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

It’s Friday, Friday
Got to get down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend,
Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today is Friday, Friday (partying)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We going to have a ball today

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes afterwards
I don’t want this weekend to end

It’s Friday, Friday
Got to get down on Friday
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend,
Partying, partying (yeah)
Partying, partying (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Looking forward to the weekend

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