(Verse 1)
[PATRICK]
I love to do my work
Never complain;
Never get tired
Don't mind the strain
I always say, "Old man
Wait till you're through
Sunday will come-
Thursday comes, too
In those two days
Think what you'll do."
For they're the lovely days with you
(Chorus 1)
[PATRICK]
Ev'ry Sunday afternoon and Thursday night
We'll be free as birds in flight
If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight
We'll make up on Thursday night
Leave the dishes
Dry your hands
Change your wishes
To commands
Ev'ry Sunday afternoon we'll be polite
But we'll make love on Thursday night
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