My whole life became a weekend
And I'm living for tonight
Late nights, empty glasses
Five hundred postpones the problem for a while
But I think soon everyone
What have you done with yourself, for yourself, to yourself
What have you done, for you it's always the weekend
And the weekend has to end
It's packed on a Saturday at 5
I always want to leave here, but never go home
I'd like to deal with it later, what's gonna become of me
There are days like today
Hopeless mornings when I wake up a wreck
What have you done with yourself, for yourself, to yourself
What have you done, for you it's always the weekend
My whole life became a weekend
But I'm living for tonight
Born on a Saturday, mom called me a disco girl
So on a Saturday, you know where to find me
Born on a Saturday, everyone calls me a disco girl
What have you done with yourself, for yourself, to yourself
What have you done, for you it's always the weekend
And the weekend has to end
What have you done with yourself, for yourself, to yourself
What have you done, Ve-ronica, to yourself