Hooray! It’s Tuesday! Yippee! Whee!
Get up and go to work with me!
Well, not my work; my job is fun!
You’ll have to choose another one.
Come on, wake up! Get out of bed!
The world awaits, you sleepyhead!
Just think of all the things we’ll see
At work together, you and me!
Well, not with-with me. As I said,
My job is mine; use yours instead.
You love your job, you know you do.
Your fellow jobfolk love it, too!
That’s why, right now, all over town
With glee they’re throwing covers down
And shouting as they hit the floor,
“Huzzah! It’s time for work once more!”
“How come?” you ask with sleepy eye.
‘Cause that’s where they see you, is why!
Don’t leave them hanging! You’re their friend!
You’re why they cry when Mondays end!
You know they’re lost, distressed, distraught
They toss and turn upon the cot
From Monday night ’til Tuesday dawn.
And, look, that’s now! Get up! Come on!
You know you want to, deep inside!
No…? Anyway, I need a ride.