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Lyrics & Music by Alanis Morissette, Chris Chaney, Nick Lashley, Jesse Tobias, & Taylor Hawkins.
Monday morning Is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee,
Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jesse leaves the room sweaty,
Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'till Nick has his talk with his son,
Thursday night is not Thursday night 'till Chris has sex with his bass
Come on to the weekend, 'cause the weekend I'll get by,
hold off 'till the weekend, 'cause there's too much time on.
being merrily nice guys.
Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night,
Wednesday early we fall into what I'll call Philadelphia.
Thursday morning is not thursday morning,
'Till one of us say's: "how's your life",
how's your life,
hey, how's your life?
how's your life?
Come on to the weekend, 'cause the weekend I'll get by,
hold off 'till the weekend, 'cause there's too much time,
and there may be not much time to cry.
hold off 'till the weekend, 'cause the weekend we'll be high,
hold off 'till the weekend, 'cause we may look tired, but we'll get by
What if there were no more mama's boys?
what if no one shared their humble appearance?
what if there were no consequences?
what if there were no more arguments?
Well that'd be a shame,
and that'd be impossible,
and you would be bored,
'cause you wouldn't want it any other way.
Hold off 'till the weekend, 'cause the weekend I'll get by,
hold off 'till the weekend, 'cause we may look scared but we're very nice guys,
hold off 'till the weekend, 'cause the weekend I'll get by,
hold off 'till the weekend, 'cause we may look strange, but we sure ain't young
What if there were no more mama's boys?
what if we all had no thinking together?
Well, that'd be a shame,
and that'd be impossible,
'cause you would be bored,
'cause you wouldn't want it any other way.