I threw away the bottles from the Wednesday
Emptied out the ash tray
And tidied up the shack it was looking like the bat-cave
Filled up the gas tank
Chucked out the hash cake
And payed back the brews that I rapped from my flat-mate
Took a couple aspirin so I could kill the back pain
I got from Monday running in the rat race
Told my girl I'm sorry
She like "sweet as babe
Remember that we're having dinner at my mum and dad's place!"
Cool! I'll be there at six
Grabbed the new pair of kicks
Took a beer out the fridge
Then I disappeared to Gibbs
Had some spots
Jammed on the Xbox
Gibb's making head shots
I'm covered in red dots
Then we took the vests off
Threw away the hand grenades
And tried to beat the hackey record that we made on Saturday
Munched a bit of carrot cake Gibby's girl's nana made
And talked a bit about the Warriors Paramatta game
Then we sat 'round
Then light go to black
Then "Hey bro, what's the time bro?"
"It's five bro, why's that? Gotta leave bro?"
"Yeah I gotta go get a feed bro, Gotta gap"
"Oh yeah mean bro"
"Yeah sweet bro"
"Yeah peace bro, I'll be back"
Then Zoooom!
Zapped up the road like a mad-man
Cause there ain't nothing like my girl's mum's roast lamb
You see I love my missus' folks like my own fam
Because they love me for my faults and my toe-jams
Plus Im' hella tight with her little bro and
I can even sit around and laugh with her old man
And I don't know why
But I feel so high
Sitting watching telly with them like Roseanne
Anyway, I was sippin' on a nice iced beer
Chilling with her pops on my right like 'cheers'
And that's when I sparked up my bright idea
I should write 'bout stuff like this night right here
Then 9 turn to 10, "Goodnight mum, I love you!"
"Cheers for the beer Conor
Shot for the grub Sue!"
And then another day was gone in a heart beat
And then this week turned to last week
And then I heard that voice in my head asked me
"Hey what's it all about Tom, what are we?"
I thought about it for a minute, then I outted
And the next thing I woke up, to my alarm
Beep, beep, beep...
Just another week y'know

And it goes
One for the Monday
Two for the Tuesday
Three for the Wednesday night
And I'll be high on the Thursday
Drunk on the Friday
Saturday, Sunday Life