One,
two, three, four, five coffees
No, no, he still hasn't called me
Six, seven, eight, nine whiskeys
I know he won't
I check my watch, my phone
Why, why won't he prove me wrong?
I check my pulse, wondering which one is gone
Cause I've got a weekender, baby
A weekender, baby
A weekender, baby
One,
two,
three,
four,
five rings He used to be so quick to pick up
Six,
seven,
eight,
nine knocks I know you're there
It seems too easy
To trick me all week
And then comes Friday He's off to play king of the streets
Cause I've got a weekender,
baby Who from Friday night?
A weekender, baby To Sunday
Weekender, baby Would rather roam
Than be at home
With me
One, two, three, four, five coffees No,
no, he still hasn't called me
Six, seven, eight, nine whiskeys I know he won't
I check my watch,
my phone Why,
why won't he prove me wrong?
I check my pulse, wondering which one is gone
Cause I've got a weekender, baby
From Friday noon Weekender, baby
To Sunday Weekender, baby
Would rather roam
Than be alone
With me