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
