I pick you up on Friday night
Maybe late but never tight
Though I can't afford to treat you
I didn't get work today
I signed my name with a flourish
Trying not to look ashamed
Losing everything I had
when the divorce papers came
I'll be your Dad at the weekend
With that thought in mind
The sunshine comes on Friday
For two days you're mine
I had the chance to keep you
Right here by my side
But me and your mother argued
About the booze I buy
With my head in a bottle
I couldn't see the problem
Didn't know we weren't happy
Till she said we're through
I thought life was a party
And now I'm missing you
But the sunshine comes on Friday
When I see you again
Chorus
I'll pick you up right after school
help you with your homework too
or fly a kite till it's dark
then stroll around the park
we can laugh till the ground shakes
then throw rocks into the lake
the sunshine comes on Friday
I'm a weekend family man
It breaks my heart to leave you
I know you can't stay
Can't wait to see you again
My torture lasts five days
Don't be mad at me darling
If I happen to forget
When your birthday or Xmas comes
I haven't got work yet
I'll call for you on Friday
The day my torture ends
The sunshine comes tomorrow
When I can smile again
Chorus
I'll pick you up right after school
help you with your homework too
or fly a kite till it's dark
then stroll around the park
we can laugh till the ground shakes
then throw rocks into the lake
the sunshine comes on Friday
I'm a weekend family man.
© Richard Makinson.
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