Tekster: Alanis Morissette. I Don't Know.

Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room sweating
Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'till Nick has his talk with his son
Thursday night is not Thursday night 'till Chris has sex with his bass

CHORUS
Come on to the Weekend
'cause the Weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the Weekend
'cause there's too much time to think
and they're really nice guys

Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into work all caught up in the day by day
Thursday morning is not Thursday morning 'till someone says how's your life
How's your life?
Ye how's your life
How's your life?

CHORUS Come on to the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there's too much time to think and not much time to cry
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend we'll be high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause there'll be no time but we'll get by


What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shares their humble appearance
What there were no consequences
What if there were no more arguments
Well that'd be a shame
Wouldn't that be impossible
and you would be board
'cause you wouldn't want it a little to late...

CHORUS
Hold on 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the man upstairs has the really nice guys
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause the weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'cause we may look strange but we surely will get by

What if there were no more mama's boys
What if we all had no thinking together
Would that be a shame...
Wouldn't that'd be impossible
and you would be bored
'cause you wouldn't want to lead it away