Buddy knew some Tuesdays
Were other people’s Friday.
And those same people’s Tuesdays
Were oh, so very blue days.
See, those days were pay days.
They pay and pay and pay.
Until it’s gone away.
And then those people say.
My Monday comes tomorrow
And I must lose my sorrow
For if I don’t get back to my grindstone
Bye, bye loans.
Bye, bye home.
Bye, bye phone.
Bye, bye car and bye, bye family.
Now, do you see…
Why they love that calendar?
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