I got me a brand new car waiting in the driveway.

Shinin' like a bright new star;

I been wishin' on it everyday.

To take me away from here.

So I called in to where I work; told a little white lie.

No my back don't really hurt, but that's my alibi,

My temporary ticket to anywhere but there.

Call it an early weekend; call it goin' off the deep end;

Call it what you want, I made up my mind:



I don't have to be me 'til Monday.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

I ain't gonna face reality.

Three days without punching a time clock;

Three nights of goin' non-stop;

No work and all play.

I don't have to be me 'til Monday.

Yeah.



I can do what I wanna do, be who I wanna be.

I got no one to answer to, soon as I turn the key.

A cash machine, gasoline and we're outta here.

Call it an early weekend; call it goin' off the deep end;

Baby, you and me, we can leave it all behind.



I don't have to be me 'til Monday.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

I ain't gonna face reality.

Three days without punching a time clock;

Three nights of goin' non-stop;

No work and all play.

I don't have to be me 'til Monday.



Oh, three days without punching a time clock;

Three nights of goin' non-stop;

No work and all play.

I don't have to be me 'til Monday.



(I don't have to be me.)

I don't have to be me 'til Monday.

(I don't have to be me.)

I don't have to be me 'til Monday.

(I don't have to be me.)

I don't have to be me 'til Monday.