Don’t Mess With My Weekend
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Don't you mess with my weekend
Don't you mess with my weekend
Hey!
So rain, rain, go away
Come back again on a weekday
And tell that thunder not to holler so loud
Holler so loud
Tell that lightning to stop his growing a crowd
'Cause I done shined my shoes and I done combed my hair
You're crazy if you think I ain't going nowhere
Ooh
'Cause I've got to be with my baby
Oh yeah
Ooh
I don't mean maybe, I got a pocket full
Of money I'm just itching to spend
I got a brand new set of keys that I
Reserve just to grin with my weekend
So don't you try to mess with my weekend
Oh
So tell the birds they might as well sing
Tell the bells go ahead on and ring
Tell the stars come on out of there and shine
Tell those clouds go on sick of that crying
'Cause I've got to be with my baby, you know
I don't mean maybe, I've got $100 suit I'm just itching to wear
And I feel like I can out dance Fred Astaire
On my weekend
So don't you try to mess with my weekend
Don't you mess with my weekend
Don't you mess with my weekend
'Cause you know all week long I been at work
And every Sunday morning you can find me in church
Every Saturday night I'm at the function at the junction
And every Monday morning the time clock I'm punching
So weatherman, don't you mess with my weekend
Please, mister, weatherman, don't you mess with my weekend
Ow!
Don't you mess with my weekend
Don't you mess with my weekend
Don't you mess with my weekend