Guess it's written on my face
  God, I get so sick of this place
  I gotta get up, get out, and get a life
  The days run, long, the nights too short
  Not much time for me no more
  And I'm well over due
  So now I'm going to
    Let my hair down and bleach it blonde
  Turn the ringer off and the engine on
  'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times
  Yeah just one stop at the ATM
  Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend
  Pack it up, and take a load off my mind
  'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times
    Me and my baby get along
  Got a lot of love, got it goin' on
  I wouldn't let go not for anything
  Somethin' bout how the highway feels
  When you drive along on your freedom wheels
  You know any destination will kill the frustration
    Let my hair down and bleach it blonde
  Turn the ringer off and the engine on
  'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times
  Yeah just one stop at the ATM
  Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend
  Pack it up, and take a load off my mind
  'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times
    Just for the weekend
  Let's jump off the deep end
  I'm goin' to
    Let my hair down and bleach it blonde
  Turn the ringer off and the engine on
  'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times
  Yeah just one stop at the ATM
  Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend
  Pack it up, and take a load off my mind
  'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times
    [ Thanks Leah for correction ]