Something for the Weekend - Molotov Jukebox

Monday morning I say I won’t touch a thing

Ever again

Thursday I feel my resolve has paid off

Just one more night off

So I call my friends, they all come over

And it begins, it won’t be over til the tambourine rings

With that regret that it brings

I’m picking up something for the weekend

I’m picking up something for the weekend

I’m picking up something for the weekend

Let myself back up and down again

Don’t trust anything I say after midnight

Got a tendency to lie

Down with anyone who gets in my way

Don’t get in my way

But it’s mine all mine, don’t try and stop me

Know it line for line, the entire story

The order things go in

When that tambourine rings

I’m picking up something for the weekend

I’m picking up something for the weekend

I’m picking up something for the weekend

Let myself back up and down again

But I call my friends, they all come over

And it begins, it won’t be over til the tambourine rings

With that regret that it brings

I’m picking up something for the weekend

I’m picking up something for the weekend

I’m picking up something for the weekend

Let myself back up and down again

I’m picking up something for the weekend

Let myself back up and down again