Words and music by john deacon
Monday the start of my holiday
freedom for just one week
feels good to get away ooh
Tuesday i saw her down on the beach
i stood and watched a while
and she looked and smiled at me
Wednesday i didn't see her
i hoped that she'd be back tomorrow
and then on thursday
my luck had changed
she stood there all alone
i went and asked her name
i never thought that this could happen to me
in only seven days
it would take a hundred or more
for memories to fade
I wish friday would last for ever
i held her close to me
i couldn't bear to leave her there
Saturday just twenty four hours
oh no i'm going back home on sunday
Ooh so sad alone