Sunday.

There's a lot to be said for a Sunday
but I can't think of anything now
and there's more to be said for a Friday
I wish it was Friday and how.

How is a good word,
how would we do without it?

how would I know
called a man from the back row,
how I wish he would go.

but there's always a heckler to heckle
that's what makes things so special

It's still Sunday and I think I might rise
wipe all those dreams from my eyes
make a coffee or two
yes!
that's what I'll do

sounds like a good plan to me.