(Hofstede)



Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday's gone

Friday Saturday Sunday is no fun

Mr Moonshine that girl is mine

For a long time I was wrong



Take a piece of my heart

Take a piece of my heart

[I?] don't know what to do with it

As long as you're not losing it

You keep it for some years



Have you seen the magazine

The photograph where she was on

She could be a money-honey

In a wolsely sixty-one



How many years ago

I don't know

I don't know

How many years ago

I don't know

I don't know



Suddenly there's 7-up

For you and me and you did run

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday and Sunday

Seven days they are no fun

When the lady's gone



Take a piece of my heart