I figure there will be one day when they’ll be digging and they’ll find my bone
and the Foreman will look down and say “Hey boy’s why not just leave it alone…

I got this pretty woman back in town I’ve been thinking about all week
and this weekend don’t what nothing to keep me from kissing that cheek”

So save it for Monday, its been a long week and a long day
and its Friday maybe by Monday it will just go away

Now me too got a woman, always on my mind when slaving away
But sometimes I get home mean and tired and regret what I say
So she says to me “we gotta talk about our compatibility
I’ve been meaning to tell you something all week and its been grieving me”

So I say
Save it for Monday, its been a long week and a long day
and its Friday maybe by Monday it will just go away

So I get home there’s some bills and a letter from the Fed
I throw them all away ’cause some words are colored in red
Yeah that’s my philosophy, after a long week blow off bad news
‘Cause weekends are meant for drinkin, and singin, and dancing away the blues