Thursday - Count Basie
It's thursday
And goodbye to the mops and pails
I'll deck out clean
In crepe de chine
And manicure my nails
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
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
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
