Well, the cops been on your ass
Thinkin’ you’re some kind of crook
Fly girls out on the sidewalk
Never calling your numbers they took
It’s a day of disgrace
And here comes the hook
You’re drunk as a skunk and you act like a schnook
The streets got your number, man,
So you’d best go to ground
You and the boys are beatmakin’
And you just can’t find the sound
[Chorus]
It’s a Friday of sorrow
All the girls have let us down
It’s a Friday of sorrow
Joe Blow is a sucker M.C.
And you work hard (so hard)
Just to make it to the weekend
And when it comes around at last,
You still feel so stricken
Because love (oh, love)
Has passed you by
And though you’re hangin’ out with the homeboys
You don’t want ‘em to see you cry
(Can’t let ‘em see the tears in your eyes)
[Chorus]
It’s a Friday of sorrow
All the girls have let us down
It’s a Friday of sorrow
Joe Blow is a sucker M.C.