Goodbye Ruby Tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I'm gonna miss you She would never say where she came from Yesterday don't matter if it's gone While the sun is bright Or in the darkest night No one knows, she

All my tired has gone away Sunday morning my head is bad Blue Monday, how I hate blue Monday Got me workin' like a dog all day Here comes Tuesday, oh hard Tuesday I'm so tired, I've got no time to play Look out Wednesday I'm beat to my bone My girl

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

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

And I'll be (I'll be), your seven-day fool Only because I really love you And on a Monday, I'm gonna love ya And on a Tuesday, I'm gonna hug ya And on a Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gonna love ya I work for you baby, work my hand to the

Police on my back Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done? I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Yes, I'm running Down the railway track Could you help me? They will catch me

Police on my back Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday What have I done? I been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Yes, I'm running Down the railway track Could you help me? They will catch me

Didn't anybody tell her? Didn't anybody see? Tuesday's on the phone to me She came in through the bathroom window Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wanders By the banks of her own lagoon Sunday's on the phone to Monday She said

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