Lyrics:
holds you tight!
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Sat'day night
On the bedpost overnight
A dollar is a dollar & a dime is a dime!
He'd sing
Monday mornin' feels so bad
Ev'rybody seems to nag me
Comin' Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wed'sday just don't go
Thursday goes
She rides the silver Audi off to work everyday
Except for Thursday she gets a ride from her mother
or some other dude until I killed that motherfucker
From Thursday evening till Friday night
It drives you mad this pretty sight
The fake faces the fake smiles
You want escape, you close your eyes
to play
Look out Wednesday I'm beat to my bone
My girl calls, I gotta tell her I'm not home
She knows Thursday is a hard workin day
Til Friday I get
Could you just please leave me alone?
I can't rely on you
And wait for you to come back again
It's Thursday night
I guess they were right
I set
would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday
A Thursday, a Friday and Saturday is best
But never, never on a Sunday
A Sunday, a Sunday, 'cause that's my
Now Thom O'Neil is going crazy
He's doing a jig now with the wife
She doesn't know it's Friday's money
He's spent in Bridie's Thursday night
Now
Monday mornin' feels so bad
Ev'rybody seems to nag me
Comin' Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wed'sday just don't go
Thursday goes
would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday
A Thursday, a Friday and Saturday is best
But never, never on a Sunday
A Sunday, a Sunday, 'cause that's my
to play
Look out Wednesday I'm beat to my bone
My girl calls, I gotta tell her I'm not home
She knows Thursday is a hard workin day
Til Friday I get
Monday mornin' feels so bad
Ev'rybody seems to nag me
Comin' Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wed'sday just don't go
Thursday goes
master with a diminutive stature
Men in Black, cut up cows
I got crop circles formin' out behind my house
Nine oh one, Thursday night was a real hoot
I
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed
Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue
Thought I heard you talking softly
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio
Still I can't escape
Monday mornin' feels so bad
Ev'rybody seems to nag me
Comin' Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wed'sday just don't go
Thursday goes
Thursday
Let it go mystical
Even this dump seems cool with you baby
Our love could not be better we'll always be together
What cha got not a lot not
Thursday
I'm no freak or amateur
I just don't know what I am here for its Friday
Mirror ball mirror ball
Who's the funkiest of us all its Saturday
to play
Look out Wednesday I'm beat to my bone
My girl calls, I gotta tell her I'm not home
She knows Thursday is a hard workin day
Til Friday I get
Sunday, Monday or Tuesday
Wednesday, Thursday or Friday
I want you near
Every day in the year
Oh, won't you tell me when
We will meet again
Listen to the music playing in your head
Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night you stocking needed
On a Thursday night when I flew in from Texas
I shot to the pad in a poor white glass house
Got a page from some broads saying "Conejo, what's up?"
I taxed
holds you tight!
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Sat'day night
On the bedpost overnight
A dollar is a dollar & a dime is a dime!
He'd sing
would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday
A Thursday, a Friday and Saturday is best
But never, never on a Sunday
A Sunday, a Sunday, 'cause that's my
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