Lyrics: Weekends

Monday morning is not Monday morning till Taylor has
his coffeeFriday night is not Friday night till Jessie
leaves the room sweatyTuesday morning is not Tuesday
morning till Nick has his talk with his sonThursday
night is not Thursday night till Chris has sex with his bass
Come on to the weekend'Cause the weekend I'll get highHold
off till the weekendThere's too much timeI think they are really nice guys
Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry
all nightWednesday early we fall into work all caught
up in the day by dayThursday morning is not Thursday
morning till Alanis says: "How's your life?
How's your life? Hey, how's your life? How's your life?"

Come on to the weekend'Cause the weekend I'll get byHold
off till the weekend'Cause there's too much time to
think and not much time to cryHold off till the weekend'Cause
the weekend we'll be highHold off till the weekend'Cause
there'll be no time but we'll get by
What if there were no more mother's boys?
What if no one shared their humble experience?
What if there were no consequences?
What if there were no more arguments?
Wouldn't that be a shame?Would that be impossible?
And you would be bored'Cause you wouldn't want any other way...
Hold on till the weekend'Cause the weekend I'll get
byHold off till the weekend'Cause the man upstairs
has the really nice skiesHold off till the weekend'Cause
the weekend I'll get highHold off till the weekend'Cause
we may look strange but we surely will get by
What if there were no more mother's boysWhat if we
all had no thinking togetherWouldn't that be a shame...Would
that be impossible?And you would be bored?
'Cause you wouldn't want it any other way....