Forty Floors of Friday

The office emptied at a quarter six We rolled our buckets past the desks You hit the speaker with your glove The marble lobby woke right up Our names weren't on the polished glass But every shining step was ours Forty floors of Friday We can take it our way Turn the elevator up Let the whole night move with us You danced the mop around the chair I spun a cloth into the air We signed our names on steaming cups And watched the sunrise climbing up Forty floors of Friday We can take it our way Turn the elevator up Let the whole night move with us The early suits came through the doors Their shoes reflected in our floors We clocked out laughing, shoulders loose The morning had a different groove Forty floors of Friday We can take it our way Turn the elevator up Let the whole night move with us The lift goes down, the sun comes in Same time next week, my friend