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