About the Weekend

I'm not talking bout the weekend anymore

I'm done talking bout the weekend, that's for sure

I've heard about your lengthy reaches

And all those stories from the yellow breeches

I'm not talking bout the weekend anymore

I'm not talking bout the weekend anymore

I'm trying not to be so paranoid

I keep thinking I'll remember to avoid

These superstitious feelings back again

To open up a bleeding wound, my friend

That's enough until the weekend's back again

I'm done talking bout the weekend that's for sure

I'm done talking bout the weekend baby

Saturday was looking good until it came

Then Sunday was a lonely crying shame

I'm telling everybody that I know

Don't tell me 'cause I've heard it all

And I'm not talking bout the weekend anymore

I'm not talking bout the weekend anymore

I'm done talking bout the weekend that's for sure

I'm not talking, not talking about it

I'm not talking, not talking, not talking baby...