(instrumental opening)

Six o'clock already, I was just in the middle of a dream.
Kissed Elizabeth Taylor outside shop where we just shared ice cream.
But I check my computer, and I see on YouTube I stayed.
This is a song where my nerves are already frayed.

It's just another tragic "Friday."
I wish it was a high day.
It's sure not my day.
It's gonna make you cry-day.
It's just another tragic "Friday."

Talkin' to a teenage girl, she says this song gets a nine.
I said, "Maybe on a scale up to 100, you'd be right that time."
'Cause it takes me so long just to figure out why she would care.
Found a seat to take, but the bus is already there.

It's just another tragic "Friday."
I wish it was a high day.
It's sure not my day.
It's gonna make you cry-day.
It's just another tragic "Friday."

Ow, oh, my ears, why did I click on that song that's really got me down.
Doesn't it matter that the lyrics are bad, the arranger's a clown.

She thinks she's got a real good voice?
Come on, honey, will you stop that noise!
(Oy-yi-yi-yi!)
Song goes too slow...
and I'm not having any fun.

It's just another tragic "Friday."
I wish it was a high day.
It's sure not my day.
It's gonna make you cry-day.
It's just another tragic "Friday."
I wish it was a high day.
It's sure not my day.
It's just another tragic "Friday."