Waiting For The Weekend

When you’ve slept enough, your mind lets you go to a place
new and fresh, lets you select your beat on the threshold
of something bold. So respect this beat as its kept you
tough and ready, manipulate this beat and whip it up before
it hits you between the sheets. Now superheat your feet and
leap out into the street, be super cool trooper, test your
gladiator skills to the drumbeat that beats inside your head
Be super cool thrill seeker, listen now as your chest beats
louder, rest later when you’re in bed. Do you get where I’m
coming from, do you regret your lack of freedom. Oh yeah
You can bet it will be like that, so freeze this wet Blanket
tree before its swallowed up by a budget that targets hip
pockets for free, followed by D documents that’s just havoc
to a nuclear family. Its enough to make grown men cry, its
enough to make dole bludges laugh out loud. So yeah, you
gotta admit it’s been a rats race. Oh yeah, its rust on your
face, trapped in a rut. So get out, get out while you can,
rap to the beat, slap on sunscreen and do the weekend rap   

Oh go on, kidnap yourself and do the weekend rap, unwrap
fly traps and get out the maps, slap on sunscreen and do
the weekend rap. Forget the five days in-between when
you’re on a weekend roll. Yeah that’s right, zap away the
fax and relax before you do the weekend rap. Yeah that’s
right, just put on the slap and rap to the beat. Now can you
relate to this, waiting for the weekend, hating days
in-between, waiting for the weekend, hating days in-between
Yeah get this rap beat in your head, slap on sunscreen
and do the weekend rap. Yeah that’s right
Waiting for the weekend, hating days in-between

Some days you just wanna lazy around until its time to go
lay down your work tray and collect your pay, yeah its
tough enough they say, doing the day to day, working hard
with no end in sight. So wise on up, get out off the yard,
put your cards on the table and bombard your mind with
new ideas. Drink a little tea and concentrate on tickets
to the cricket, biscuits to take on a picnic, Yeah its
enough to make some people sick with envy. You may say it
doesn’t seem fair as it makes you angry at your own
seemingly empty life. So yeah, you gotta admit it’s been
a rats race. Oh yeah, its mustard on your bread and butter,
trapped in a rut. So get out while you can, rap to the beat,
slap on sunscreen and do the weekend rap   

Oh who do you think will care about that work place beating
you close to death, do you think they would care if you left,
should you care any more about what they may say. After all,
to you its been just like beating a dead horse, yeah its
tough I know. So go throw a line to remind yourself, it ain’t
easy trying to keep up with the Jones’s. But to leap from a
tall building with only micro seconds to decide the rest of
your life. What’s that’s all about? Do you get where I’m
coming from, do you regret your lack of freedom, will you
stay and do what you do for 20 odd years and not make a
difference. No way you say. So don’t rot where you are,
collect your severance pay and move on to a greater existence,
than maybe your appearance on this earthly star will not
have been in vain. So yeah, you gotta admit its been a
rats race. Oh yeah, its poor mans custard tart, trapped in
a rut. So get out, get out while you can, rap to the beat,
slap on sunscreen and do the weekend rap