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Sunday Lyrics - Artist : Lacs, The
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Yeah, you know it's bottle Yeah Markie ah-ya-ya-ya Hey Markie gimme that right there Caught a fish on Monday By Tuesday the scales be gone Wednesday I'm gettin' fired again From a job that I don't want (So fuck Thursday) Friday I'll have a drink with my friends Saturday I'll be drinkin' alone (Yeah) But don't you call me on Sunday 'Cause on Sunday, (Yeah, yeah) Sunday I'll be stayin' home And you can tell my boss I ain't comin' in today I been workin' overtime and I'm feelin' like a slave 'Cause I punch in, punch out, and my time has run out But this time I'm runnin' out like money in my bank account Me work all day at this job we slave government got hell to pay (Got hell to pay) So we drink all day, Lord forgive my ways but you know that will never change (Will never change) But this for all the times I been waitin' to took My boss think I'm comin' back but I'm here baitin' a hook I got my fishin' pole, cold beer, baby I'm good You think I'm comin' back to work, you can wait for the hook, I'm like Caught a fish on Monday By Tuesday the scales be gone Wednesday I'm gettin' fired again From a job that I don't want (So fuck Thursday) Friday I'll have a drink with my friends Saturday I'll be drinkin' alone But don't you call me on Sunday 'Cause on Sunday, Sunday I'll be stayin' home (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Sunday I'll be stayin' home (Woah) (Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Any overpass or any shady bank I'm just lookin' for a cast for these Louisiana Pinks I'm gonna hook 'em in the lip and pull 'em until they flip Or at least catch a buzz with Sailor Jerry every trip That's my road dog, me, him and Uncle Jack And we brought some chicken livers if we want some butter cats But my boss keep callin', I ain't called his number back Hope he don't give me the axe like I was a lumber jack 'Cause I need that check for booze and bait Plus I paid for offshore I got a cruise to make And like a weddin' invite they told me save the date So like a DMV line my job can wait, because I just Caught a fish on Monday By Tuesday the scales be gone Wednesday I'm gettin' fired again From a job that I don't want (So fuck Thursday) Friday I'll have a drink with my friends Saturday I'll be drinkin' alone But don't you call me on Sunday 'Cause on Sunday, Sunday I'll be stayin' home (Oh-oh-oh-oh-woah) Sunday I'll be stayin' home (Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) I'm a job site lunchtime missin' man I'm a skip a day of work and go fishin' fan Like to roll through the week and creep with no plan I'm a white trash boy that don't give a damn 'Bout nothin' but my Evinrude takin' me out No doubt boss man's probably hatin' me out Came home from the river passed out on the couch Woke up scaled my fish and started guttin' him out I love throwin' out the Zebco waitin' for the line drops Chillin' in the sunshine pumpin' on the pine tops I was told I could shoot for the stars Cold 190 proof now we're finishin' jars Caught a fish on Monday By Tuesday the scales be gone Wednesday I'm gettin' fired again From a job that I don't want (So fuck Thursday) Friday I'll have a drink with my friends Saturday I'll be drinkin' alone But don't you call me on Sunday 'Cause on Sunday, Sunday I'll be stayin' home (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Sunday I'll be stayin' home (Woah) (Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Sunday I'll be stayin' home Sunday I'll be stayin' home Sunday I'll be stayin' home Sunday I'll be stayin' home Sunday I'll be stayin' home Stayin' home |
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