Weekends

Monday morning is not Monday morning till Taylor has

his coffeeFriday night is not Friday night till Jessie

leaves the room sweatyTuesday morning is not Tuesday

morning till Nick has his talk with his sonThursday

night is not Thursday night till Chris has sex with his bass

Come on to the weekend'Cause the weekend I'll get highHold

off till the weekendThere's too much timeI think they are really nice guys

Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry

all nightWednesday early we fall into work all caught

up in the day by dayThursday morning is not Thursday

morning till Alanis says: "How's your life?

How's your life? Hey, how's your life? How's your life?"



Come on to the weekend'Cause the weekend I'll get byHold

off till the weekend'Cause there's too much time to

think and not much time to cryHold off till the weekend'Cause

the weekend we'll be highHold off till the weekend'Cause

there'll be no time but we'll get by

What if there were no more mother's boys?

What if no one shared their humble experience?

What if there were no consequences?

What if there were no more arguments?

Wouldn't that be a shame?Would that be impossible?

And you would be bored'Cause you wouldn't want any other way...

Hold on till the weekend'Cause the weekend I'll get

byHold off till the weekend'Cause the man upstairs

has the really nice skiesHold off till the weekend'Cause

the weekend I'll get highHold off till the weekend'Cause

we may look strange but we surely will get by

What if there were no more mother's boysWhat if we

all had no thinking togetherWouldn't that be a shame...Would

that be impossible?And you would be bored?

'Cause you wouldn't want it any other way....