Lyrics:

Friday morning when all my work is done
I pack my bags I'm on the run
I've got a feelin' that I'm going to have some fun
In the sun with my friends and it's got me going

Whoops now, sorry I can't go
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
Whoops now, sorry I can't
Sorry I can't, sorry I can't go now

Friday noon and the boss is on the phone
He's tellin' me that I can't leave home
An extra hand at work is what he called for
He says we need you here tell your friends you're not going

Whoops now, sorry I can't go
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
I don't know why Jarvis called me here
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
I don't know why Jarvis called me here

It makes no difference if you love work or not
To dream your weekend hand on the door
Now out with your friends having fun in the sun
Now that's when the phone rings

Friday evening and I'm all alone at home
I know my friends are having fun
On the weekend I'm gonna leave the machine on
Next time he calls he'll hear my voice singing loud and clear

Whoops now, sorry I can't go
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
I'm out having fun in the sun with my friends
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
Whoops now, sorry I can't go
I'm out having fun in the sun with my friends

Whoops now, sorry I can't go


Written by Janet Jackson

Produced by James Harris III, Terry Lewis and Janet Jackson