every weekday

the last thing i want is to be tiptoeing around you

i want you to know that i'm proud of you

in my head you're nineteen going on ninety nine

you are saturday and sunday

every weekday friend of mine

we got a little butter we took a little bread

it's there for the taking

come put us to the test

we're going to make a record then sail around the world

we might not storm the charts completely

but we'll do our very best

as long as i'm with you

i'll have a friend so true

there is nobody quite like me you say

there is no one half as good as you

i don't want to sound like i've written us off

the words and the feelings are pouring and

i can't turn them off

no i can't turn them off

i won't let you down

take all of my time

but don't

don't

no don't let me down