Guess its written on my face

God, I get so sick of this place

I gotta get up, get out, and get a life

The days run, long, the nights too short

Not much time for me no more

And I'm well over due

So now I'm going to



Let my hair down and bleach it blonde

Turn the ringer off and the engine on

'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times

Yeah just one stop at the ATM

Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend

Pack it up, and take a load off my mind

'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times



Me and my baby get along

Got a lot of love, got it goin' on

I wouldn't let go no for anything

Somethin' bout how the highway feels

When you drive along on your freedom wheels

You know any destination will kill the frustration



Let my hair down and bleach it blonde

Turn the ringer off and the engine on

'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times

Yeah just one stop at the ATM

Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend

Pack it up, and take a load off my mind

'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times



Just for the weekend

Let's jump off the deep end

I'm goin' to



Let my hair down and bleach it blonde

Turn the ringer off and the engine on

'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times

Yeah just one stop at the ATM

Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend

Pack it up, and take a load off my mind

'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times