Morning news: that 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

Is life 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 bored to tears

Give me a few silly Saturdays

I’ll take “thank God it’s finally Friday”s or a lot of “lazy Sundays”

If we have a million more to go

Let’s live them or end up making hey-days

And not just a bunch of Thursdays in a row

Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh

Not a bunch of Thursdays, no, not a bunch of Thursdays in a row

On a wheel that’s circling the week

Inside a box where all the doors are sealed

I want my feet to dance on different ground

And get somewhere, not stand around

Give me a few silly Saturdays

I’ll take “thank God it’s finally Friday”s or a lot of “lazy Sundays”

If we have a million more to go

Let’s live them or end up making hey-days

And not just a bunch of Thursdays in a row

Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh

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 roller-coaster ride

So throw your hands up in the air

Hold your breath and maybe close your eyes

Give me few silly Saturdays (silly Saturdays)

I’ll take “thank God it’s finally Friday”s or a lot of “lazy Sundays”

If you have a million more to go (more to go)

Let’s live them or end up making hey-days

And not just a bunch of Thursdays in a row

Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh

Not a bunch of Thursdays, no, not a bunch of Thursdays in a row

Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh

Not a bunch of Thursdays, no, not a bunch of Thursdays in a row