Well we've been working hard all day
For jobs worth more than what they pay
Our hands are rough, our knuckles bruised
Our spirits spent, our strength all used
But Friday night at day's end
When the sun is going down
We take our hard earned wages
And we all head into town
So
Pour me out another one
A cup of something strong
Cos I've been waking in the dark
To work the whole day long
And even when I get home
There's no guarantee of rest
But Friday I forget it all
That's why I like it best
Yes Friday I forget it all
That's why I like it best
I knew a man named John McGuinn
He claimed that liquor was a sin
He said it made you Satan's slave
And marked you for an early grave
He never let a man step foot
Upon his boat if he was known
To have drink from time to time
He said the liquor was a crime
But one night as he steered his boat
Unto the shore, unto the shore
A storm picked up like no one's ever
Seen before, not seen before
And down he went with all his crew
To visit Davy Jones
And rest forever more
All of their noble, sober bones
Though he lived dry
His passing was quite wet
And here's the moral
I never will forget
If there'd been barrels filled with rum
That he'd have kept on board
He could have climbed on top of them
And floated into shore
If there'd been barrels filled with rum
That he'd have kept on board
He could have climbed on top of them
And floated into shore
So
Pour me out another one
A cup of something strong
Cos I've been waking in the dark
To work the whole day long
And even when I get home
There's no guarantee of rest
But Friday I forget it all
That's why I like it best
Yes Friday I forget it all
That's why I like it best