But thank god it's Friday

The milk is about to spill It's sitting on the windowsill The dogs are barking The coworkers are snarking And the boss is ready to kill

The cats have nothing to say I'm hoping they keep it that way Because really, I gotta go To where I don't know But thank god it's Friday

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