©2026 Echo Grove Music. All rights reserved. Lyrics written and owned by Echo Grove Music. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☽ ✩ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ [intro — cinematic brass hit, then drops to light finger-snap tempo] [verse 1] Working my 9 to 5 like a proper boss and when the weekend comes I chase adventure like the renaissance Coffee thinks it fuels the Monday blues but I'm living for adventure, to kick up my shoes [verse 2] Spreadsheets in a row like a quartermaster's chest inbox like a jungle, I've been thoroughly tested my badge is round my neck, and my smile is bright but I'm watching that clock a'ticking down to Friday night [pre-chorus — building, drum roll underneath] Boots in the closet map inside my purse nobody knows the layout but I know it chapter and verse [chorus — big cinematic brass, full orchestra] By day I'm Miss Jones (dun-dun-dun duuun!) but on Saturday, call me INDIE (dun-dun duuun!) I'm an adventure girl, in a mundane world and the mundane's gonna meet me with my fedora, my compass, and my bullwhip! on Saturday... call me INDIE [instrumental | 4 bars — brass fanfare] [verse 3] Tuesday is a riddle, I'll solve it with a grin Wednesday is a temple, I'm wandering in Thursday's just the drawbridge coming down Friday is the gates of the forgotten town [pre-chorus] Keys on the ring whip in the drawer nobody at the office knows what my boots are really for [chorus] By day I'm Miss Jones (dun-dun-dun duuun!) but on Saturday, call me INDIE (dun-dun duuun!) I'm an adventure girl, in a mundane world and the mundane's gonna meet me with my fedora, my compass, and my bullwhip! on Saturday... call me INDIE [bridge — strip down, just piano + voice, slower] They don't know who they're really hiring when they bring me in to run the slides I show up early, I run the meeting and I keep a bullwhip on the side [instrumental | 8 bars — full orchestral swell building back to tempo] [final chorus — biggest version, add backing choir on "INDIE"] By day I'm Miss Jones (DUN-DUN-DUN DUUUN!) but on Saturday, call me INDIE (DUN-DUN DUUUN!) I'm an adventure girl, in a mundane world and the mundane couldn't stop me with my fedora, my compass, and my bullwhip! on Saturday... call me INDIE on Saturday... call me INDIE on Saturday... CALL ME INDIE [outro — brass tag, then a small playful piano sting, done]
