[Intro]
D
[Pre-Chorus]
D
Nobody works on Friday
D
Thursday night comes in hot
A
A little less work, make the same pay
D
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
D
Gotta, gotta get somewhere
[Chorus]
A
When Friday comes along
D C F D
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
A
The Aussies six weeks to grill, mate
A
Spain takes a summer siesta
D
Bossa nova heats up Brazil
A
But here the boss man's glued to the cameras checking productivity
D
But the company time's not yours and mine, that's the point of flexibility
A
It took a global crisis to remind us
G A
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
A little less work, make the same pay
D
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
D
Gotta, gotta get somewhere
[Chorus]
A
When Friday comes along
D C F D
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
F
'Cause life imitates ping-pong
F
Maybe stumble across a job that sucks less
D
Or put my thoughts in a song
A G F# E A
It took a global crisis to remind us
G A
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
A
So what ya gonna do with all that time?
D
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]
A
When Friday comes along
D C F D
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