It was Wednesday morning at five o’clock as the day begins.
It was just another manic Monday.
Totally missed JRDelirious’ post. :smack: I blame Grooving on a Sunday afternoon at Itchycoo Park.
Marconi…go play the Mamba,
and listen to the radio!
Don’t you remember?
We built this city…
I remember Sunday morning. It will never be the same.
Sunday, sunday? Shouldn’t of trusted that day
Everybody loves Saturday night.
No, no. That was Monday, Monday. Can’t trust that day. Every other day of the week is fine, yeah.
But if you’ll just come with me you’ll see the beauty of Tuesday afternoon.
:smack:
Or Wednesday morning at five o’clock. You know: as the day begins.
Yesterday’s got nothing for me.
But it’s Friday, I’m in love.
To the contrary; it was Three thirty in the morning, not a soul in sight, The city’s lookin’ like a ghost town on a moonless summer night.
Saturday night’s alright for fighting, but ooh I need your love babe, eight days a week.
Beaten to it by a scant 20 hours. Probably because I’m Monday’s child.
It was an early morning yesterday, I was up before the dawn.
Or the 5th of November.
I’ve got Friday on my mind.
On Monday she’s a bitch,
On Tuesday she’s a bitch,
On Wednesday to Saturday, she’s a bitch,
Then on Sunday, just to be different,
She’s a super King Kamehameha biatch!
It wasn’t Saturday- It was another park, another Sunday!