Thursday

Lyrics
[Verse 1] It's Thursday And goodbye to the mops and pails I'll deck out clean in crepe de chine And manicure my nails [Verse 2] It's Thursday And I'm just gonna swing on down With my best boy to the Savoy That's where we go to town [Bridge] Then we dine at some swell eatin' place Blessin' our soup and fish I can hardly keep my feet in place Don't have to wash a dish [Verse 3] It's Thursday Take your time, mister cuckoo clock I'll slave on Friday but I must have my day And Thursday's my day off
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Credits
- Writers
- Louis Haber
- Dorothy Sachs
- Irvin Graham