I hit the weekend Just like a freight I got there early I couldn’t wait I made a friend or two Along the way You want the detail But what can I say There’s the ballerina The foreign cartel The opera singer The southern belle They’ve all got something Strange and new They’ve all got something But not like You Whoa..OH..oh..OH..oh.. Whoa..OH..oh..OH..oh.. Whoa..OH..oh..OH..oh.. Whoa..OH..oh..OH..oh.. | string ) It’ll take some time to get Back on course I’ve got to find My Runaway horse She was the best friend A man ever had Now I’m going down the road Feeling bad Whoa..Oh..oh..Oh..oh.. Whoa..Oh..oh..Oh..oh.. Whoa..Oh..oh..Oh..oh.. Whoa..Oh..oh..Oh..oh.. | | | | x4 Friday is forever.. Saturday flies past Sunday start coming down The good ones never last... The good ones never last... What became of the red rooster After the tragedy What became of You, girl And what became of Me And she said "I had good fortune silver, silk and wool I gave it all away and Now My heart is full" Whoa..Oh..oh..Oh..oh.. Whoa..Oh..oh..Oh..oh.. Whoa..Oh..oh..Oh..oh.. Whoa..Oh..oh..Oh..oh.. | | x4 I hit the weekend Just like a freight I got there early .. I couldn’t Wait