Morning news the coffee s getting cold

Thursday again yeah this is getting old

The clock at work is always slowing down

My desk s a boat running aground

It s like just a number seven bus

Goes by and leaves me standing in the dust

I m glad you re here to help me fill the years

But we both know we re going to tears

Give me a few silly Saturdays

I ll take the God it s finally Friday s

Or a lot of lazy Sundays

If we have a million more to go

Let s live them all and make them heydays then

Than just a bunch of Thursdays in a row

Oh oh oh ohh

Not a bunch of Thursdays no

Not a bunch of Thursdays in a row

Wanna feel that took you in a wheel

Inside a box where all the doors are sealed

I want my feet to dance on different ground

We ll get somewhere not sit around

Give me a few silly Saturdays

I ll take the God it s finally Friday s

Or a lot of lazy Sundays

If we have a million more to go

Let s live them all and make them heydays then

Than just a bunch of Thursdays in rowa

Oh oh oh ohh

Not a bunch of Thursdays no

Not a bunch of Thursdays in a row

How about we add a little spice

I ll take you on a rollercoaster ride

So throw your hands up in the air

Hold your breathe and maybe close your eyes

Give me a few silly Saturdays

I ll take the God it s finally Friday s

Or a lot of lazy Sundays

If we have a million more to go

Let s live them all and make them heydays then

Than just a bunch of Thursdays in a row

Oh oh oh ohh

Not a bunch of Thursdays no

Not a bunch of Thursdays in a row

Oh oh oh ohh

Not a bunch of Thursdays no

Not a bunch of Thursdays in a row