Lyrics: Morning news: that coffees getting cold This day again, yeah, this is getting old The clock at work is always slowing down My desks a boat running aground Its not just a number 7 bus Goes by and leaves me standing in the dust Im glad youre here to help me fill the years But we both know were going to tears Give me a few silly Saturdays Ill take the God its finally Fridays or a lot of lazy Sundays If we had a million more to go Lets live them or end up making hey-days than just a bunch of Thursdays in a row Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh Not a bunch of Thursdays, no, not a bunch of Thursdays in a row Wanna hear that ticking make-believe Inside a box where all the doors are sealed I want my feet to dance on different ground Well get somewhere, not sit around Give me a few silly Saturdays Ill take the God its finally Fridays or a lot of lazy Sundays If we had a million more to go Lets live them or end up making hey-days than just a bunch of Thursdays in a row Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh Not a bunch of Thursdays, no, not a bunch of Thursdays in a row How about we add a little spice, Ill take you on a rollercoaster ride So throw your hands up in the air, hold your breathe and maybe close your eyes Give me few silly Saturdays (silly Saturdays) Ill take the God its finally Fridays or a lot of lazy Sundays If we had a million more to go (more to go) Lets live them or end up making hey-days than just a bunch of Thursdays in a row Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh Not a bunch of Thursdays, no, not a bunch of Thursdays in a row Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh, oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh Not a bunch of Thursdays, no, not a bunch of Thursdays in a row