Lyrics
The brownies in the break room are stale
I sit at my desk and cut finger nails
And I'm sweating through my shirt Cause they turned the AC off
It's the weekend baby and they're saving some cost
Then pay me overtime and fantasize about murdering my boss
Now I got these bills to pay
But I don't want to work on Saturday, NO!
Paying off Christmas from two years ago
When I was younger I didn't know
That you shouldn't use credit cards to pay off loans
Now I work all the time and I'm always broke
Like how's it even possible to work so much and always be so broke
Now I got these bills to pay
But I don't want to work on Saturday, NO!
(I don't wanna work on a Saturday, no)
I'd rather jump off the roof of my office
I'd rather go to church with my parents
I won't have a day off till the apocalypse
I don't want to work on Saturday
I don't want to work on Saturday
I don't want to work on Saturday
I don't want to work on Saturday, NO!