Verse 1

Saturday shift, I’m holding the fort,

At Alkoteka, the day runs short.

Thirty-four checks, and the numbers are in,

Fifty-nine thousand—let the good mood begin.

Pre-Chorus

I’ve given my best, now I’m taking a breath,

A little reward after all of that effort.

Chorus

Keep your head up, let the good days roll,

Small joys put sunshine back in your soul.

I made it through, and I’m feeling alright,

Here’s to a brighter Saturday night!

Verse 2

The register’s quiet, the long day is done,

I’m choosing a moment that feels like the sun.

One easy toast to the work I got through,