Cookouts and Conga Lines
Dreamin bout the weekend
I can feel it comin
Sunday cookouts and conga lines
Hangin at the beach in summertime
Two days to rest, two days to rave
Two days for makin love
And two days to dance
Keep dreamin bout the weekend
Texting my peeps
Gonna be movin our feet
Workin for the man early Monday
Respect whatever you say
But you can’t stop us dreamin
Bout our two days of freedom
Hangin loose every weekend
With all my sisters and brothers
Cookouts and conga lines
We do the work, work, work
So we can play, play, play
Jammin with each other one way or another
Folks be workin night and day
So many bills to pay
Barely getting by, nothin to save
Some punch a clock, sweat overtime
Still count the days till our fifty five hours of freedom shows its face
Music breaking
Can you feel it, feel it comin
Sunday cookouts and conga lines
On a beach in summertime
Two days to rest, two days to play
Two days for makin love
Maybe micro dose, make the most of this time, all our own
Gonna get down and dance
Dance, hot nights in summertime
Dance, we got cold beer and sunshine
Dance, cookouts and conga lines
Dance, keep dreamin bout the weekend