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   To try to save his soul      Saturday night, gotta gig with the band   Playing the electric guitar   Someday I'm gonna make it   Gonna be a super-duper-star   Get a flashy car   And a house for my Ma   The big break better happen soon   'Cause I'm pushing twenty-one      Just like Cinderella   When she couldn't go to the ball   A voice said, "I'm your fairy manager   You shall play the Carnegie Hall"   I gotta give up my day job   To become a heartthrob   I may go far if I smash my guitar      Away for the weekend   I've gotta play some one-night stands   Six for the tax man, and one for the band   Back in the studio to make our latest number one   Take two-hundred-and-seventy-six   You know, this used to be fun      Monday morning, I just got home   Six and the birds are singing   I need a drink and my clothes are wet   Ooh, and my ears are still ringing   There's a rock and roll singer boppin' on the TV   He used to be a preacher, but now he sings in a major key   Amended his decision to the new religion