This is a song
About a special nice day
When the week starts to hurt
And nothing's okay
When thoughts just explode
Deep inside your head
And your only desire
Is the wish you were dead
It's the Monday song
And you can't go wrong
If you take a rope
And let go all hope
This is a song
About our second good friend
Who gets on your nerves
And you ask, "When will it end?"
Who makes you feel helpless
And wholly alone
While your sweet little brain
Slowly turns into stone
It's the Tuesday song
And it won't take long
'Til your brittle life
Faces little strife
This is a song
About the middle of the week
When boredom grows bigger
And reaches its peak
When you've gone too far
To return to the start
While your daily routine
Slowly tears you apart
It's the Wednesday song
And you must be strong
As this greedy day
Eats your strength away
This is a song
About a thirsty sad day
Which sucks your vigour
As if it were a child's play
Which nails to the cross
Both your hopes and your fears
Irrespective of all
Of your prayers and tears
It's the Thursday song
Shivering like King Kong
On the Empire State
Where they sealed his fate
This is a song
About a really fried one
Who promises cure
Relaxation and fun
But leaves you behind
In a quiet cold place
Where a trace of frustration
Soon crosses your face
It's the Friday song
Will you get along
With your misery
Branching like a tree?
This is a song
About the weekend's first part
Which surely will break
Your immaculate heart
And grasp all the pieces
To throw them away
While you're staring betrayed
At this wonderful day
It's the Saturday song
Seems you'll never belong
To the winning side
Learn to lose and hide
This is a song
About weekend, part two
A sunny companion's
Just waiting for you
So holy and sacred
He'll shake your belief
In a world without boredom
Frustration and grief
It's the Sunday song
And it won't be long
'Til it starts again
With the same old pain