I run Mondays, Tuesdays, but not Wednesdays
Friday night seems so far away, I'm lagging behind
I tell him I love him, but he will only hear what he wants
On saturday I drink, and on Sunday I should write, but I don't
Monday, I walk a little slower, it seems that I'm getting older
I slowed down week by week, yes, help me
I traded my dreams and broke my voice because of that
My life goes by and I'm always in the same place
January, I wake up with a strong heart
February comes and I already gave it all up
March, March is good, but it's so far
April goes fast, there is always a but
And I remember that there's still seven months to go
It's not a party all year long
Not a party all year long
It's not a party all year long
Not a party all year long
From Monday at noon to midnight on Tuesday, I cry as I laugh
Wednesday I say it, Thursday I do it, Friday I pray
Saturday is calm, I stay in bed, I see all these girls
To whom we should give a day
I think it would be called the Cardi
So far so good, soon my July royalties* will cash in
I wanted to leave in June, as Le Motif says, but there is always a "but"
Come March, my head's underwater like an April Fool's joke
It is in the money that I see the future
Some gold records will put a smile on my face
January, I wake up with a strong heart
February comes and I already gave it all up
March, March is good, but it's so far
April goes fast, there is always a but*
And I remember that there's still seven months to go
It's not a party all year long
Not a party all year long
Not a party all year long
Not a party all year long
Every day of the week, days of the week
Every day of the week, days of the week
Every day of the week, I can not sleep anymore
The days of the week
I wake up with a strong heart
And I already gave it all up
March, March is good, but it's so far
April goes fast, there is always a but*
And I remember that there's still seven months to go
It's not a party all year long
Not a party all year long
Not a party all year long
Not a party all year long