Onetwothreefourfivesixseven.
Monday s calling you too early when you re sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in the street
Usually Monday s long enoughbut this is just the start
Tuesday s just the same as Monday without the surprising part

Wednesday s point of no return
When you ve squandered all you ve earned

seven day weekend. (x2)

This is all I m thinking about as the days go by
Spend your life on holiday and even when I die
There could be but one inscription: "This was not his day"
If it isn t Thursday anymoreit must be Friday

I can t wait until I maybe
Get off work and see my baby

seven day weekend. (x2)
I can t wait until I maybe
Get off work and see my baby

seven day weekend. (x8)

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