I'm off work on Friday
And my paycheck's in your hand
It's burning a hole in your purse, ASAP
Head right to the nearest mall
And soon that check is gone
And you'll come home with a big bag of crap

You just hold out that cash
And you'll see avid salesman
They'll come running
To charge us, my friend
April, June, August or May
All I have to do is pay
Bank account's bare
You've gotta spend

If the job that owns me
Should get shipped to Mexico
And my old bones should hurt even more
Mom and you together
Will both call me a Schmoe
Soon I will be knocking on those doors

You just hold out that card
And you'll see avid salesman
They'll come running
To charge me, my friend
April, June, August or May
All I have to do is pay
What do you care?

Why the hell does she always have to spend?
When I am getting so old
Feet hurt me, she de-shirts me
She takes my roll and I let her
And then buys a sweater

You just hold out my sweat
And you'll see avid salesman
They'll come running
To rape me, my friend
April, June, August or May
All I have to do is pay
What do you care?
You've gotta spend