Seven Day Weekend — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

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

Mondays calling you too early when youre sound asleep

Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in the street

Usually mondays long enough, but this is just the start

Tuesdays just the same as monday without the surprising part



Wednesdays point of no return

When youve squandered all youve earned

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



This is all Im 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 isnt thursday anymore, it must be friday



I cant wait until I maybe

Get off work and see my baby

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

I cant wait until I maybe

Get off work and see my baby

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