"Seven Day Weekend" as written by Jimmy Cliff and Elvis Costello....
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. [Repeat: x 2]

I can`t wait until I maybe
Get off work and see my baby
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. [Repeat: x 8]


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"Seven Day Weekend" as written by Elvis Costello Jimmy Cliff

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