Monday, Tuesday Wednesday
All days have a name
But when you become quite elderly
They all become the same
Monday was the wash day
Glad when that was done
Tuesday half-day closing
Make sure your shopping's done
Wednesday was a blandish day
I suppose it was all right
Thursday a bit better
Now the weekend is in sight
Friday, that was pay day
It was handed out in cash
After that you could hardly wait
To start the homeward dash
Saturdays they were lovely days
The nights not to be missed
When you went out with your mates
And probably all got pi**ed
Sundays they were sombre days
When everywhere was closed
Mostly people went to church
Or stayed at home and dozed.
Now there's not much difference
You only need the date
That is when your appointment is
And you push off there to wait.