seems like those gray clouds following around are my only friend
they can’t touch me inside though behind blue walls
wednesday’s child is full of woe it’s been said
I checked and I was born on a Wednesday…well, that explains it
thanks to the person who originally wrote that--
you placed a curse on whomever was born on a Wednesday so thanks, thanks a lot
afternoon full of ennui filling up a papasan chair
slats of sun lazily moving across the wooden floor while they listen to steely dan
pretty soon it’s dark and the neighbors lights are on
and they’re talking about how their day was over dinner
I’m drinking my dinner and caught up in a big wonder
later, lots of coffee with old jazz records spinning
their spectrums of color gloriously on the turntable
no I ain’t misbehavin’ fats, I’m being good and good is boring
no wild makes Jack a dull guy
so I head over to the Holiday Inn cantina
the music’s worse over there and people look and act like corpses
but at least there’s something different to look at
Ms. Professional downing a double manhattan
after another fun filled day I’m sure
and over in the corner
a couple that desperately needs a room
I need another drink
