And when the fish are jumping
And Friday rolls around
My man and me, we gin some
Embrace some
And sin some

Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should
I got it bad and that ain't good

My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
I got it bad and that ain't good

But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out, just cryin' my heart out

Lord above, you better make that man love me
The way he should
I got it bad and that ain't good