Friday morning
And all my work is done
I've packed my bags
I'm on the run
I got a feeling that
I'm gonna have some
Fun in the sun
With my friends
And he's got me going Whoops now
Sorry I can't go
Whoops now
Sorry I can't go
Whoops now
Sorry I can't go
Sorry I can't go
Sorry I can't go now Friday noon
And my boss is on the phone
He's telling me
That I can't leave home
An extra hand at work
Is what he called for
He said we need you here
Tell my friends I'm going

Whoops now
Sorry I can't go
Whoops now
Sorry I can't go
Whoops now
Sorry I can't go
I don't know why
My job has called me in

It makes no difference
If you love work or not
If you dream your holiday
Hand on a door knob
Out with your friends and




Ваше мнение



Капча