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
  
  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