I got me a brand new car   waitin' in the driveway,   Shinin' like a bright new star...   I've been wishing on it every day   to take me away from here.   So I called into where I work;   told a little white lie.   No, my back don't really hurt,   but that's my alibi.   My temporary ticket to anywhere but there.      Call it an early weekend,   call it goin' off the deep end,   call it what you want,   I've made up my mind.      I don't have to be til Monday,   Friday, Saturday, Sunday,   I ain't gonna face reality.   Three days without punchin a time clock,   three nights of goin' non-stop.   No work, and all play,   and I don't have to be me til Monday.      I can do what I wanna do;   be who I wanna be.   I got no one to answer to,   soon as I turn the key.   Cash machine, gasoline,   and we're out of here.      Call it an early weekend,   call it goin' off the deep end.   Baby, you and me,   we can leave it all behind.      I don't have to be til Monday,   Friday, Saturday, Sunday,   I ain't gonna face reality.   Three days without punchin a time clock,   three nights of goin' non-stop.   No work, and all play,   and I don't have to be me til Monday.      Three days without punchin a time clock,   three nights goin' non-stop.   No work, and all play,   and I don't have to be me til Monday.