I guess it's written on my face   God, I get so sick of this place   I gotta get up, and get out, and get a life      The days run long and nights too short   Not much time for me, no more   And I'm well overdue, so now I'm going to      Let my hair down   And bleach it blond   Turn the ringer off and the engine on   'Cause I can't wait to get to the good time      Just one stop at the ATM   Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend   Pack it up, take a load off my mind   'Cause I can't wait to get to the good time      Me and my baby get along   Got a lot of love, got it goin' on   I wouldn't let go, not for anything      Somethin' 'bout how the highway feels   When you drivin' along on your freedom wheels   You know any destination will kill the frustration      Let my hair down   And bleach it blond   Turn the ringer off and the engine on   'Cause I can't wait to get to the good time      Just one stop at the ATM   Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend   Pack it up and take a load off my mind   'Cause I can't wait to get to the good time      Just for the weekend   Let's jump off the deep end   I'm going to      Let my hair down   And bleach it blond   Turn the ringer off and the engine on   'Cause I can't wait to get to the good time      Just one stop at the ATM   Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend   Pack it up and take a load off my mind   'Cause I can't wait to get to the good time      Turn the ringer off and the engine on   'Cause I can't wait to get to the good time      Just one stop at the ATM   Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend   Pack it up and take a load off my mind   I can't wait to get to the good time      I can't wait to get to the good time   I can't wait to get to the good time   I can't wait to get to the good time      I can't wait to get to the good time