Rebecca Black - Friday
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Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein everithing, the time is goin
Tickin` on and on everybody`s rushin`
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)
Kickin` in the front seat
Sittin` in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

It`s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody`s lookin` forward to
the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin` get down on Friday
Everybody`s lookin` forward to
the weekend
Partyin`, Partyin` (Year)
Partyin`, Partyin` (Year)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin` forward to the weekend

Seven forty-five, we`re drivin` on the highway
Cruisin` so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
Me friend is by my right, ay
I got this, you got this
Now you know it
Kickin` in the front seat
Sittin` in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin`)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a boll to day
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes
after ... wards
I don`t want this
weekent to end