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

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

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

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

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

That's one day when I'm with you I'm blue every Monday Thinking only of Sunday It seems I sigh all day Tuesday I cry all day Wednesday Oh my how I long for you And then comes Thursday, gee it's long it never goes by Friday makes me feel like I'm gonna

Tuesday's gone with the wind My baby's gone, with the wind Ride on train Train roll on, on down the line, Won't you please take me far, far away Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door, I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah Tuesday's gone with the

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

Love me better, kiss me back, listen more Love me better, kiss me back, Listen more oh Tuesday afternoon, I ain't got shit to do But fall in love with you Yeah, no no no Face down in the brown grass Shame shame on my brown ass Birds in the trees as we

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