From the recording “TBD”
Written by Jeffrey Carson Baker (BMI) Copyright ©️ 2018
Produced by: Jeff Baker & Kevin Yamada
Arranged by: Jeff Baker
Recorded by: Alex Lockwood
Mixed and Mastered by: Alex Lockwood
Recorded at: Studio 637, Hermosa Beach, CA, Summer 2018
Lead Vocals: Jeff Baker
Background Vocals: Jeff Baker
Guitars: Jeff Baker
Bass: Rob Nagelhout
Drums: Marcus Powell Davis
Organ/Wurlitzer: Steve Aguilar
Additional Percussion: Jeff Baker
Cello: Ken Oak
Gang Vocals on “Feels Like A Friday”: Steve Aguilar, Jeff Baker, Claudia Berman, Claire Davenport, Rebecca Deane, Zeal Levin, Mike Longacre, John Maloney, Nick Shattuck and Veronica Torres
Lyrics
You know those days when time just files, when someone’s on your mind?
When you can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout them, and lose all track of time
When Mondays come and Tuesdays go and Thursday’s here before you know
And you find yourself feelin’ like everyday’s a Friday at five
It feel’s like a Friday but, it’s Tuesday afternoon
Feels like the weekend’s started again, and I’m sittin’ next to you
Feels like a Friday but, its Thursday at two
Feels like the work week’s ended and the party’s just beginnin’
When I find myself thinkin’ ‘bout you
Now, I know what you’re thinkin’........well, maybe this boy’s been drinkin’...
‘Cause it’s Monday and it’s rainin’ ..and the boss wants overtime...
But, I don’t notice the days that pass........the sands of time in that hourglass....
When I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you... it’s always Friday at five.....
It feel’s like a Friday but, it’s Tuesday afternoon
Feels like the weekend’s started again, and I’m sittin’ next to you
Feels like a Friday but, its Thursday at two
Feels like the work week’s ended and the party’s just beginnin’
When I find myself thinkin’ ‘bout you
I love this feelin’, like a three day weekend
That keeps repeatin’, all over again
“Cause it Feel’s like a Friday but, it’s Tuesday afternoon
Feels like the weekend’s started again, and I’m layin’ next to you...
Feels like a Friday but, its Thursday at two
Feels like the work week’s ended and the party’s just beginnin’
When the drinks are being blended and the music’s never endin’
And the time becomes suspended when we’re just sleepin’ in
When I find myself thinkin’ ‘bout you
Yeah, thinkin’ ‘bout you
Feels like a Friday