He’s a stressed out man, he’s got tears in his eyes, he never used to cry but now he doesn’t all the time ‘cause he can’t find nobody to love him two days a week. Nine to nine, Monday to Friday and when he gets off finally he goes out to party cause he can’t find nobody to love him two days a week. Weekend liver, were did you go? Monday through Friday, no one really knows. Booze on your breath, I see you sweat. I know you’re human but you’re so phantomesk. Weekday blues, it’s them against you and you loose. Weekday blues, their coming after you and they do. I want to be your friend. I want to be your friend. I only see you on the weekend.