Seven Day Weekend - With Jimmy Cliff Lyrics - Elvis Costello

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. 

Monday's calling you too early when you're sound asleep 

Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in the streets 

You say Monday's long enough, but this is just the start 

Tuesday's just the same as Monday without the surprising part 

Wednesday's point of no return 

When you've squandered all you've earned 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend. [x2] 

This is all I'm thinking about as the days go by 

Spend your life on holiday and even when I die 

There could be but one inscription: "This was not his day" 

If it isn't Thursday anymore, it must be Friday 

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I can't wait until I maybe 

Get off work and see my baby 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend [x2] 

I can't wait until I maybe 

Get off work and see my baby 

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend 

[Repeat] 

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