I'm tired, but Friday's here
I've worked all week, my body's hurtin'
But now, beer after beer
See in the mirror, young Richard Burton

I've drunk five pitchers full
I'm lovin' life here in my heydey
And through piss after piss
Thank God it's pay day

And shots, more than a few
I find that ten, relieves the tension
And kid, when I have to spew
I hit the loo, so pay attention

I know, the way of course
The patrons step aside and make way
They know, it's more than piss
I spew each pay day

Yes there are shows, just like "The View"
That we won't watch less we barf anew
But down the hall, I know the route
I hurry up and spew it out
I lose it all right in the stall
Because it's pay day

I'm done, I try to stand
But slip and fall, in all that loo ick
My gut, once more expands
I'm once again calling Buicks

It stinks, I'll grant you that
I've hit three walls, in quite a spray way
So quit? oh no not me
Because it's pay day

Well that was my plan, to drink a lot
Tried driving home, but I got caught
I'm hauled to jail, my gut repeals
Here comes the curds of my last meal
The cops now know, that when I blow
Stay out of my way!

Yes, it was.... Pay Day!