Monday ain't a fun day, Tuesday's a blue day
Wednesday's a frenzy day, Thursday's the worst day
Friday is great 'cause I can hardly wait
Until the weekend
I should be clockin' in at eight but I'm a little late
Can't pay my baby, 'cause I took her on a date
Two 'til ten and then it's Friday again
Here come the weekend

Here come the weekend
Here come the weekend
The working week's so tough
I think I've had enough
Until the weekend

Monday mornin' feels so bad
Ev'rybody seems to nag me
Comin' Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wendsday just don't go
Thursday goes too slow
I've got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she's so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out of sight to me
Tonight I'll spend my bread, tonight
I'll lose my head, tonight
I've got to get to night
Monday I'll have Friday on my mind

Hey Hey Hey, My My My
Hey Hey Hey, My My My
Jenny's got a pony so that Jenny can ride

Jenny can ride, Jenny can ride
Jenny's Got a pony so that Jenny can ride
Jenny's Got a pony so that Jenny can ride

One for my mother, one for my sister Sue
One for my brother and one for my father too
Pony can run, pony can jump so high
Jenny's Got a pony so that Jenny can ride

The Indians send signals 

from the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take position 

in the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the corporal, 

she is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language, 

it's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses 

when the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire's dead 

and arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around 

and says it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats (cool for cats)

The Sweeney's doing ninety 

'cause they've got the word to go
They get a gang of villains 

in a shed up at Heathrow
They're counting out the fivers 

when the handcuffs lock again
In and out of Wandsworth 

with the numbers on their names
It's funny how their missus 

always look so bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station 

there's a couple of likely lads
Who swear like, "How's your father?" 

and they're very cool for cats
They're cool for cats (cool for cats)

To change the mood a little 

I've been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection, 

I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that, 

I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle 

and I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter 

and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober

 I've forgotten what I've had
And everybody tells me 

that it's cool to be a cat
Cool for cats (cool for cats)

Spread out now, Rosie, 

doctor come cut loose 

her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff 

is a little baby's game
You pick up Little Dynamite, 

I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight 

and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, 

Rosie, and I don't want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue
Ah, Rosie, you're the one

Dynamite's in the belfry, baby, 

playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's, 

tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus
Mama, she's home in the window, 

waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair

when they wrestle her upstairs, 

cause you know we ain't gonna come
Ah, I ain't here on business, baby, 

I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one

Rosalita, jump a little lighter
Señorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar
Rosalita, you're my stone desire