Time of the Month
Written by Tommy Atkins

Well, every last Friday, lord, I’m cashing a check

Looking at my balance with a hankerin’ to spend

Buying silly things and I’m painting the town 

Eating fancy dinners and I’m Uberin’ around

Buying rounds of beer for nearly everyone

Good lordy, mama, this time of the month

 

Well, by the fifteenth, lord, I’m scratching my head

Wonderin’ how my bank account is back in the red

By the time I pay the bills and settle the rent

I realise I ain’t got a penny to spend (shit!)

Get my panties in a big ol’ bunch

Good lordy, mama, this time of the month…

This time of the month

I’m paying the price for getting too high

And having myself a damn good

Time of the month

That money would stretch with self-restraint

Oh, but I never learn, so here we go again…

Now I’m mine-sweeping half-drunk beers at the bar

Ignoring every light on the dash of my car

Wearing shiny clothes but I’m the hiding the tags

‘Cuz come Monday morning I’ll be taking them back

Ballin’ on a budget and I’m packing a lunch

Good lordy, mama, this time of the month, ow, ow, ow, ow!

 

This time of the month

I’m paying the price for getting too high

And having myself a damn good

Time of the month

The money would stretch with self-restraint

Oh, but I never learn, so here we go again…

‘Cuz finally it’s Friday and I’m cashing a check

Looking at my balance with a hankerin’ to spend

Buying silly things and I’m painting the town

Eating fancy dinners and Uberin’ around

Buying rounds of beer for nearly everyone

Good lordy, mama, this time of the month

Good lordy, mama, this time of the month

Good lordy, mama, this time of the month