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 streets

You say 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
One, two, three, four, five, six, 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

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend [x2]
I can´t wait until I maybe
Get off work and see my baby
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
[Repeat]