tell me that you’re free Friday after three
cause i got somethin’ up my sleeve, baby
there’s something going down tomorrow
calling for sunscreen
and then we’ll blow this heavy scene

the tension is rising but nobody knows
it’s not like we’re advertising
we’ve never even spoke
the boss is on a conference call
our options have changed
the asylum’s been left in the able hands
of the insane

anyway, tell me that you’re free Friday after three
or i’ll forever hold my peace

a time bomb is ticking, but nobody knows
the final scene’s been written
for whom the cell tolls
we tried believing
we weren’t just arranging deck chairs
but decency
had one two many balls in the air

so tell me that you’re free Friday after three
but i’m not trying to make it seem easy
baby pack your bags tonight
and leave ‘em in your jeep
and then we’ll grab them ‘fore we leave

so tell me that you’re free Friday after three
baby don’t make me have to plead guiltily
don’t bother Working for the Weekend
Don’t You Forget About Me
i’m the same boy i used to be

tell me that you’re free Friday after three
there is no time to wait and see
the mailbox has reached its quota
the models all agree
and basically there is no “plan B”

Friday we’re cashing in our chips
while they’re just coming up to grips
and while they trip
their whole deal’s been ransacked
their reelection’s getting hacked;
we’re kicking back—
we’re kicking back—on rendezvous
counting down ’til the whole thing reboots