LYRICS
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