1, 2, 3, 4! 1, 2, 3, 4! Here it comes, here comes the weekend The fine line from pleasure to pain Is making me cry When will I see you again? Every breath, every vision you make Every chance in love you love to take Every move that seems to alter my world Every dream I've had about this boy and this girl It makes me wanna run, it makes me wanna hide Cause you're the only one that makes my love alive And time is running fast into a new goodbye It only goes to show that here it comes Here comes the weekend Another walk down that lonely lane Another Sunday that feels the same Here it comes, here comes the weekend The fine line from pleasure to pain Is making me cry When will I see you again? Here it comes, here it comes Yeah, here it comes Here comes the weekend And I'm on my own again With a Saturday in the rain Yeah, yeah, here it comes Here comes the weekend The fine line from pleasure to pain Is making me cry When will I see you again? Here comes the weekend Here it comes Here comes the weekend Here it comes Here comes the weekend Here it comes Here comes the weekend