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As recorded by Jimmy Buffett
(From the 2023 Album EQUAL STRAIN ON ALL PARTS)
[Intro]
D
[Pre-Chorus]
D
D
Thursday night comes in hot
A little less work, make the same pay
Now I'm givin' it all I've got
G
G
Nobody seems to care
F
Jump in the car, hop on a plane
Gotta, gotta get somewhere
[Chorus]
When Friday comes along
We'll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
C G D
Nobody works on Friday
D
Anymore
C G D
Nobody works on Friday
[Verse 1]
D
The French got a month of joie de vivre
The Aussies six weeks to grill, mate
A
Spain takes a summer siesta
Bossa nova heats up Brazil
But here the boss man's glued to the cameras checking productivity
But the company time's not yours and mine, that's the point of flexibility
It took a global crisis to remind us
There's so much more to life than workin' just a four-day week
[Pre-Chorus]
D
Nobody works on Friday
D
Thursday night comes in hot
A little less work, make the same pay
Now I'm givin' it all I've got
G
Nobody works on Friday
G
Nobody seems to care
F
Jump in the car, hop on a plane
Gotta, gotta get somewhere
[Chorus]
When Friday comes along
We'll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
C G D
Nobody works on Friday
D
Anymore
C G D
Nobody works on Friday
[Verse 3]
D
I'm contemplatin' the keys to success
'Cause life imitates ping-pong
F
Maybe stumble across a job that sucks less
Or put my thoughts in a song
It took a global crisis to remind us
There's so much more to life than workin' just a four day week
[Pre-Chorus]
D
Nobody works on Friday
D
Thursday got a booster shot
So what ya gonna do with all that time?
I'm feelin' like a microdot
G
Nobody works on Friday
G
Prayin' for the sun to shine
F
Hey, pretty mama, how 'bout the Bahamas?
C G D
Conch fritters and red wine
[Chorus]
When Friday comes along
We'll be gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
[Outro]
A D
C G D
Nobody works on Friday
C G D
Nobody works on Friday
C G D
Nobody works on Friday
C G D
Nobody works on Friday