Lyrics:

Working on the weekend, baby
Shes working all through the night

A jump into the deep end gave her
The evidence she required

Takes five, shes got pearls
Dont fake it when it comes
To make it money

So she smiles
But thats cruel
If you know what she thinks
If you knew what she was after

Sometimes she wonders
And she laughs in her frustration

Would someone please explain
The reason for this strange behavior
In explotations name
We must be working for the skin trade

Doctors of the revolution gave us
The medicine we desired
Besides being absolutely painless
Its a question of compromise

They got steel
So cool, to get angry at the weekend
And go back to school
So big deal, its what rules
When it comes to making money
Say yes, please; thank you

Sometimes you wonder
And you ask yourself the question