One, two, three, four, five coffees...
No, no he still hasn't called me,
Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies,
I know he won't...
I check my watch, my phone,
Why, why won't you prove me wrong?
I check my pulse, wondering
Which one has gone?
Cause I've got a weekender baby
Weekender baby
Weekender baby
One, two, three, four, five rings...
You used to be so quick to pick up
Six, seven, eight, nine knocks...
I know you're there.
It seems too easy, to trick me all week
And then comes Friday,
He's off to play,
"King of the streets"
Cause I've got a weekender baby
Who from Friday noon
Weekender baby
To Sunday Eve,
Weekender baby
Would rather roam
Than be at home with me
One, two, three, four, five coffees...
No, no he still hasn't called me,
Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies,
I know he won't...
I check my watch, my phone,
Why, why won't you prove me wrong?
I check my pulse, wondering
Which one has gone?
Cause I've got a weekender baby
Who from Friday noon
Weekender baby
To Sunday Eve,
Weekender baby
Would rather roam
Than be alone with me
