When Friday Comes Along - Lindisfarne

One more Monday morning at the station

See the hangdog faces we all wear

They don’t know I know the combination

When Friday comes along I’m gonna get my share

Seasoned ticket holders, please, forgive me

I’ve had enough of Monday morning rain

I wonder if you knew you’d all come with me

When Friday comes along I’ll never be the same

Well, I’ve done more than my share

I know more about laissez-faire

Than to sit and wait until my ship comes in

It took a whole lot of getting wise

And just a little bit of free enterprise

Before I realised that stealing is no sin

Drag my name through scandal and sensation

Read about it on the Southern Line

I’m going where I need no reputation

When Friday comes along it’s gonna work out fine

I’ve got a ticket on a 747

And I’ll be dancing all the way to heaven

When I get that Friday midnight flight down south

And when my working day is done

I’ll sell the story to the Sun

‘Cause I could never look a gift-horse in the mouth

So if you get that early train next Monday

Say I won’t go down without a fight

Even if I’m doing time by Sunday

When Friday comes along I’m gonna be alright

Yes, when Friday comes along I’m gonna be alright