The weekend is here;
we get one more day.
So let us both cheer
for this time to play.
Today is planned out;
we have stuff to do.
We’ll run all about
and exercise too.
Tomorrow is booked;
the whole day is gone.
My nerves will be cooked
when gambling’s all done.
Sunday, I’m not sure,
what stuff we have planned,
but I can assure,
there’ll be some demand.
Monday, there is school,
but we can sleep in.
Those school peeps aren’t cool,
making you come in.
I wish there was more
time, looking ahead,
like the days of yore,
when we’d stay in bed.
