Thursday comes, barely half way through the week

Time for ever’one run to grab drink

Tomorrows Friday, it ain’t the end of the week

It doesn’t matter nobody want sit and think

It makes me sad sometimes

we forget the blessing it is to feel

it makes me sad sometimes

no one wants to be real

Saturday will come

And the drinking will start early

Grab a drink “don’t be dumb”

It must be fun, surly

One day we will all grow old

It a fact each must embrace

Its not drinking that makes us bold

But the smiles we can leave on each persons face