Thursday lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's Thursday
And goodbye to the mops and pails
I'll deck out clean in crepe de chine
And manicure my nails

[Verse 2]
It's Thursday
And I'm just gonna swing on down
With my best boy to the Savoy
That's where we go to town

[Bridge]
Then we dine at some swell eatin' place
Blessin' our soup and fish
I can hardly keep my feet in place
Don't have to wash a dish

[Verse 3]
It's Thursday
Take your time, mister cuckoo clock
I'll slave on Friday but I must have my day
And Thursday's my day off