One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

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 enough, but 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

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 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 anymore, it must be friday



I can't wait until i maybe

Get off work and see my baby

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x2)

I can't wait until i maybe

Get off work and see my baby

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x8)