Every Night Is Friday Night (Without You)

Every night is Friday night
Without you
Every night is Friday night
Without you
When I was young
I was dumb as a rock
I could not read a clock
And nothin' didn’t mean nothin' to me
Now I’m no saint
But I ain’t such a freak
On the days of the week
I work hard, hard
Every night is Friday night
Without you
Every night is Friday night
Without you
Kids, clap your hands
If you can be real
Got to say what you feel
If you feel anything, anything, anything, anything
Every night
Is Friday night without you
Every night
Is Friday night without you
Every night
Is Friday night without you
Every night
Is Friday night without you
You, you, you