Friday's used to be that special day
Where all the dreams could come.
Of school gone by
And friends to meet
Out there on the ave.

We used to drive and drive and drive
With hope to find the place, the person, the fun
That Friday's could only bring.

There was the curb checks, the slow downs, the races
The fire drills
The truck bed thrills (not that kind)
Of going down the hills.

Friday's used to mean the football games, the walks, the parties
That we couldn't wait to join.
The shopping at the all night store
To find that special treat..on our meger allowence salaries.

Now it means the end of work
Driving the kids all around
And off to bed at the same old time
For I'm too old to party now
Even if the memory remains so true!