Well I popped the top on a cold one And started thinkin' about my life The only thing I know for sure Is that I'm workin' all day and night Well the boss gets five days and I get two And even that ain't enough for him The only way God could even things up Was give the workin' man a weekend So two out of seven ain't bad I got forty eight hours to try to forget the last five days I've had Yea the bars and the beers and the ladies in high heels All go by so fast, but hell two out of seven ain't bad Nobody said that life was fair Well I'll drink to that And I wonder who dreamed the work week up And how they figured out the math It seems like if there's one for me There oughta be just one for you But somehow out of seven days I only wound up with two But two out of seven ain't bad I got forty eight hours to try to forget the last five days I've had Yea the bars and the beers and the ladies in high heels All go by so fast, but hell two out of seven ain't bad Yea somehow out of seven days We only wound up with two But two out of seven ain't bad I got forty eight hours to try to forget the last five days I've had Yea the bars and the beers and the ladies in high heels All go by so fast, but hell two out of seven ain't bad Yea two out of seven, no it ain't bad