[Intro] [Instrumental - Distorted guitar, simple Britpop riff] [Verse 1] Clocked in at nine, it's 'alf past five Proper knackered, barely alive Boss says "oi lads, drinks are on me" But Taskmaster's on at half past eight I said nowt, just grabbed me coat Got a sausage roll stuck in me throat Smiled and nodded, said "aye, dead sound" But me taxi's waitin', I'm Taskmaster-bound [Chorus] Taskmaster Friday, innit though Can't be 'avin' these drinks, I've gotta go Greg Davies is waitin', sat on 'is throne Leave me alone, I'm goin' 'ome Taskmaster Friday, proper mint I've worked all week, I need a hint Of summat daft on me telly tonight Taskmaster Friday, alright alright [Verse 2] Karen from accounts won't stop talkin' I'm noddin' along but mentally walkin' Out the door, down the street, on me sofa These bloody drinks can't be over sooner Got me crisps, got me brew all ready 'And on the remote, nice and steady One more minute of this small talk chat And I'm off, an' that's the end of that [Chorus] Taskmaster Friday, innit though Can't be 'avin' these drinks, I've gotta go Greg Davies is waitin', sat on 'is throne Leave me alone, I'm goin' 'ome Taskmaster Friday, proper mint I've worked all week, I need a hint Of summat daft on me telly tonight Taskmaster Friday, alright alright [Bridge] They're doin' tasks wi' buckets an' string An' someone's cryin' over nowt again Alex Horne stands there, face like stone I should've been 'ome an hour ago! [Final Chorus] Taskmaster Friday, innit though Can't be 'avin' these drinks, I've gotta go Greg Davies is waitin', sat on 'is throne Leave me alone, I'm goin' 'ome Taskmaster Friday, proper mint I've worked all week, I need a hint Of summat daft on me telly tonight Taskmaster Friday, alright alright [Outro] Alright... alright... Taskmaster Friday... Sorted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A working class anthem for the modern age — five days of graft, one mandatory after-work drinks, and one man's desperate race to get home in time for Taskmaster. Written in thick Northern English dialect, "Taskmaster Friday" captures the universal struggle between social obligation and the sofa. Greg Davies sits on his throne. The crisps are ready. Karen from accounts will not stop talking. Something has to give. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- © 2026 Ande Records Lyrics by Ande All rights reserved. https://ande-records.se/
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