Dear Diary: Friday

Dear Diary
What can I say?
It's the end of the week
Finally Friday
The weekend's ahead
No time for bed
Get get, get up
Lazy head

My Diary
It's a busy old time
Thinks to paint and see
It's such a crime
Want to be in the sun
Have some fun
Get up, get up
There's jobs to be done

My Objective Friend
I hold you dear
Want you to stay close
Keep my head clear
Because I belong
In the words to your song
Help me get up
Don't let me scrape along