Friday night, I'm on my way home

They oughta make work a crime

I'm home for the weekend

I'm gonna make the most of my time

There's a rock and roll singer on the television

Giving up his music, gonna take up religion

Deserted rock and roll

To try to save his soul



Saturday night, gotta gig with the band

Playing the electric guitar

Someday I'm gonna make it

Gonna be a super-duper-star

Get a flashy car

And a house for my Ma

The big break better happen soon

'Cause I'm pushing twenty-one



Just like Cinderella

When she couldn't go to the ball

A voice said, "I'm your fairy manager

You shall play the Carnegie Hall"

I gotta give up my day job

To become a heartthrob

I may go far if I smash my guitar



Away for the weekend

I've gotta play some one-night stands

Six for the tax man, and one for the band

Back in the studio to make our latest number one

Take two-hundred-and-seventy-six

You know, this used to be fun



Monday morning, I just got home

Six and the birds are singing

I need a drink and my clothes are wet

Ooh, and my ears are still ringing

There's a rock and roll singer boppin' on the TV

He used to be a preacher, but now he sings in a major key

Amended his decision to the new religion