i watched her pack her worn out suitcase like so many times before her voice still echoes down the hallway i wont be coming back no more five nights a week i kept her happy we lived in perfect harmony but our trouble starts on friday that feeling takes control of me its that friday night feeling that i cant seem to control pretty ladies and sweet music its down deep in my soul and this feeling wont leave me till sunday morning comes oh this friday night feeling it wont let me go home i just stopped in to cash my paycheck thought i drink one then go home then i saw that good looking lady setting at the bar alone well she had that look of needing someone felt that feeling coming on strong oh this friday night feeling just wont let me go home