Time slows down when it’s a Friday afternoon
As the sun crawls round if it’s not hidden by the gloom.
Out of Outlook, Into Excel, lacking motivation
Eyes locked on the clock as focus falls little bit short
Images of pubs and pints, they gnaw at concentration
Draining all enthusiasm, touching every thought.

Time slows down when it’s a Friday afternoon
As the sun crawls round if it’s not hidden by the gloom.


(The choon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-hQ6-biWoo )