Monday, I can’t wait til Tuesday
If I made up my mind, Wednesday would be fine
Thursday’s on my mind
Friday, give me time
Saturday, wait
Could Sunday be too late?
Except for Monday, which was never good anyway
Tuesday, I get a little sideways
Wednesday, I feel better, just for spite
Thursday and Friday take too long
Before I know it, Saturday’s gone
But it’s Sunday now
And you can bet that I’m all right.
Monday morning feels so bad
Everybody seems to nag me
Come on Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wednesday just won’t go
Thursday goes too slow
I’ve got Friday on my mind
Everybody’s working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody’s goin’ off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
Everybody’s talking about
Revolution
Evolution
Masturbation
Flagellation
Regulation
Integrations
Meditations
United Nations
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, an aeroplane
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn, world serves its own needs, don’t misserve your own needs, feed it up a knock, speed, grunt, no, strength
The ladder starts to clatter with a fear of height, down, height, wire in a fire, represent the seven games and a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the Furies breathing down your neck
And as I was drifting past the Lorelei
I heard those slinky sirens wail, whooo
So look out sailor when you hear them croon
You’ll never been the same again oh no
Their crazy music drives you insane, this way
Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip.
Ride captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
On your way to a world
That others might have missed.
Everybody, listen to me
And return me my ship
I’m your captain, I’m your captain
Though I’m feeling mighty sick
Through waters uncharted my soul will embark
I’ll follow Your voice straight into the dark
And if from the course You intend
I depart
Speak to the sails of my wandering heart
Like the wind
You’ll guide
Clear the skies before me
And I’ll glide this open sea
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas Day in the morning.
Now your ships are burned and the evil has returned
It will creep upon you, there’s nothing to do
It will rip up your mind and death you will find
Life is just a game
And death is just the same
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
God is not dead nor does He sleep
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, goodwill to men
Oh your see-saw smiling
Lasts me all night long
Like a siren’s curl
When the night is long
Now come hold my hand
No bad vibe hearts
Hold my hand you know
This journey could be long
And when I touch you I feel happy
Inside
It’s such a feeling that my love
I can’t hide
I can’t hide
I can’t hide
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Send in the clowns
Send in the clowns
Send in the soulful, doleful, SCHMOLTZ by the bowlful clowns
Send in the clowns
They’re already here
Bright morning stars are rising.
The night is almost gone.
The sycamores are bending their branches to the dawn.
The wind sighs on the river.
The willows bend to pray.
And dawn is breaking gently upon a brand new day.
Day is breaking in my soul.
Uh, Judy Collins didn’t sing the lyrics I quoted, and Stephen Sondheim didn’t write them. It was from the parody sung at the Krusty the Klown Komeback Special.
But it’s daybreak, if you want to believe
It can be daybreak, ain’t no time to grieve
Said it’s daybreak if you’ll only believe
And let it shine, shine, shine
All around the world (sing it to the world, sing, sing)
(Sing it to the world, sing, sing)
Stars, in your multitudes
Scarce to be counted, filling the darkness
With order and light, you are the sentinels
Silent and sure
Keeping watch in the night, keeping watch in the night