Are impossible you see But when it gets to Friday What'cha get is absolutely me Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Clear the way boys The lady has arrived All you handsome fellas Please wait for me to the right Don't keep me waiting

They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday's worse, and Thursday's also sad Yes the eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, then I kneel down

Stripes around my shoulders I got stripes, I got chains, Chains around my feet I got stripes, And them chains, them chains, They're about to drag me down On a Monday, On a Tuesday,

I want you to be the one that's on my mind On my mind, on my mind I want you to be there on a Monday night Tuesday night, every night Are you gonna be the one that's on my mind? 3-6-5, all the time I want you to be the one to stay And give me the night

Monday left me broken Tuesday I was through with hoping Wednesday my empty arms were open Thursday waiting for love, waiting for love Thank the stars it's Friday I'm burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday Guess I won't be coming to church on Sunday

Tell me how you want it, yeah Tell me that you need me, yeah I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday All day, 24/7 Yeah, all day, 24/7 Call me and I'm on my

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

The man I love Maybe I shall meet him Sunday Maybe Monday, maybe not Still I'm sure to meet him one day Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day He'll build a little home From which I'll never roam Who would, would you And so all else above