Monday all the birds take their places
On branches buttered by the rising sun
Tuesday I'm up early with a smile on my face:
The day's begun!

But, Oh, Lord, how I dread the weekend
How I wish it would never come
Lord, how I dread the weekend
Here it comes, here it comes
Here the loneliness comes

Wednesday pretty gray clouds cover up the sunrise
I feel the cool sweet raindrops on my face
Thursday throws out yellow light as the breaking sun
Takes his rightful place

But, Oh, Lord, how I dread the weekend
How I wish it would never come
Lord, how I dread the weekend
Here it comes, here it comes
Here the loneliness comes

Friday I say farewell to the children's faces
I waste away adrift in the Saturday sun
I haunt the bars and sit alone in all the same places
'Til Monday comes
Oh, Lord, how I dread the weekend
How I wish it would never come
Lord, how I dread the weekend
Here it comes, here it comes
Here the emptiness comes
Here it comes, here it comes
Here the loneliness comes
Here it comes here it comes
Here it comes