Midday, Friday, Payday, damn!   I should have been up by eleven   What's the man to do,   no dough,   no money   What's the man to do   Oh! Breezin', Squeezin',   Sun's going down   I got to get cash now by seven   What's the man to you no dough   wanna know, wanna really know   Sittin' here all alone   Melancholy like a saxophone   When the nights passing by...      Chorus:   Oh, I'll survive   Spend my weekend on my back   that's all right   Oh, I'll survive   Spend my time on my own   that's all right      Saturday's a pain for poor   and I got all my friends hang up the   phone so,   What's the man to do,   no dough,   no money   On a Saturday, no funny   Only place where breakfast's served   is McDiddelidonkadonkaDonalds   What's the man to you, gotta go   wanna know, wanna really know   Sittin' here all alone   Melancholy like a saxophone   Where the lights turning low...      Chorus      Now we're here, Sunday's long   Where the sun's shining strong   Turn my mind to a smile   Have to stay here for a while      Chorus      Midday, Friday, Payday, Damn!   I should have been up by eleven