Friday night, I'm on my way home
They oughta make work a crime
I'm home for the weekend
I'm gonna make the most of my time
There's a rock-and-roll singer on the television
Giving up his music, gonna take up religion
Deserted rock and roll
Just like Cinderella
When she just couldn't go to the ball
A voice said, "I'm your fairy manager
You shall play at Carnegie Hall."
Gotta give up my day job
To become a heartthrob
I may go far if I smash my guitar
Away for the weekend
Monday morning, I just got home
Six and the birds are singing