thefly

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

Monday, Monday, can't trust that day;
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way.
Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be.
Oh, Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me?

Tuesday morning,
In the dark
I was finding out,
Who you are oh

But you're waiting for Wednesday, waiting for Wednesday
Waiting for Wednesday, I pray you'll put me on the spot
I do believe you, that you'll love me that you'll leave me
Don't want to show you good-bye, show you good-bye

I'll be good 'till Thursday comes
The world will think I never had
an idea that could drive me mad
I'll be good 'till Thursday comes
then burn all good away

It's Friday, I'm in love

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
`Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright