I Wrote a Song... and it was crap

Many many moons ago, I'm talking at least 3 years ago, I put away my story writing hat and put on a song writer hat. I went through a stage where I actually thought I was onto something. It’s amazing how you forget these embarrassing mishaps and until you find them filed away deep in your yahoo mail.

So you can imagine my surprise when I stumbled across this beauty. I remember writing this while at work at 4.45pm on a Friday. My boss had asked me to do something and being the procrastinator I am, I wrote a song about it before I actually did it. Thanks goodness I took the song writers hat off. Something tell me that “(D funny thing further up)” wouldn’t go down well in a song book.

Friday Afternoon

Intro – A E A E D (D funny thing further up) D A

Verse 1: - Same as intro x 2
Only at 4.45 will 200 pages need to scanned,
The coffee machine is empty
And your printers now jammed.
Only on a Friday will the deadline be cut short,
The presentation’s on Monday,
Not Wednesday like you thought.

Chorus: G Em D A x2
Yes it’s 4.45 on a Friday afternoon.
Your mates at the pub and waiting for you.
Friday, Friday - 4.45 and damned!
Yet here you are like always,
Feet stuck in the office quick sand.

Verse 2: Same as verse one
Your boss sets off for a weekend by the coast,
You’re left to man the fort.
You’re left to do the post.
Only once Friday comes does the stress build up,
He’s says Next week, next week
But really, why care so much?

Chorus: G Em D A x2
Yes it’s 4.45 on a Friday afternoon.
Your mates at the pub and waiting for you.
Friday, Friday - 4.45 and damned!
Yet here you are like always,
Feet stuck in the office quick sand.
Music break

Bridge: Funny G, D, Bar chord on second with G leader, A
If you thought Monday morning was bad,
Wait for 4.45, Friday afternoon.
Those last minute demons band together
And they come full blown at you!
The attraction of a distraction just moments away
But first you must earn your pay.

Verse tune: Same as verse one
Only at 4.45 will 200 pages need to scanned,
The coffee machine is empty
And your printers now jammed.
Only once Friday comes does that stress build up,
He’s says Next week, next week
But really, PLEASE EASE THE HELL UP!

Chorus: x2
G Em D A x2 (ie x4)

Outro: ????