Song Description
This is a rowdy, funny honky-tonk anthem about a guy who, every Friday to Sunday, parties until his body is weak, his knees are weak, and his moral fiber is extremely weak -- a Weekend Condition.
Song Length |
4:35 |
Genre |
Country - Honky Tonk, Country - Rock |
Tempo |
Tempo Undefined |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
In High Spirits, On Cloud Nine |
Subject |
Alchohol, Beer, Wine, Party |
Similar Artists |
Garth Brooks |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
WEEKEND CONDITION
Saturday night and the women are red hot
I?m cruising using booze and brews and blues and whatnot
I wake up hung on Sunday with a case of gutrot
An aching in my head and my eyes all bloodshot
But there?s really no point in phoning the physician
I?m not really sick, I?m in a weekend condition
CHORUS
Weekend condition, I?m fresh out of ambition
And they tell me I?m headed for ruin
Weekend condition, I?m in a supine position
Cause if you can?t do it lying down, it?s just not worth doing
I?ve been drunk from Friday to Sunday
I said a lot of things that I wish I could unsay
But if they don?t kill me at work on Monday
Then maybe my friends will forgive me one day
But if by chance they beat me ?til I?m out of commission
It?s just another symptom of my weekend condition
CHORUS
Weekend condition, my brain has gone fishin?
But my body?s doing just fine without it
Weekend condition, it?s a war of attrition
I might live to forty, but I kind of doubt it
BRIDGE
Weekend condition,
I met this girl named O'Rourke who
Weekend condition,
Turned my spine into a corkscrew
Weekend condition,
She really did me some harm, man
Weekend condition,
I nearly bought me the farm, man
Weekend condition,
Barely escaped with two acres
Weekend condition,
She was a human paint shaker
Weekend condition,
We spent two nights at the Super-8
Weekend condition,
I?ll need two months to recuperate
I wake up on Monday with an achin? in my head
My hands are kind of shaky and I feel a bit peak-ed
Looking kind of pale like a man who is half dead
But it isn?t quite time to lay me out in my death bed
So there?s really no point in calling the mortician
I?m not dead yet, I?m in a weekend condition
CHORUS
Weekend condition, it?s a family tradition
My daddy and my grand-daddy did it
Weekend condition, I have my suspicions
That mama did too, but she won?t admit
I said, she won?t admit it
She?s in a weekend condition
I'm in a weekend condition
We're in a weekend condition