| She takes the bus ride down Kinsella Street
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| Past The Queens Head and The Barrel Of Wheat
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| Rides the top deck 'til she’ll reach the parade
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| And the penny arcade
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| Puts on an apron at the foot of the stairs
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| And a band of gold that ties back her hair
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| She bought a magazine about the stars on TV
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| She’s gonna read with her tea
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| And she might share some spare conversation
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| About the weather and the world far outside
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| As she lays out the place mats
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| And brushes the doormat
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| And swings the sign around to open the cafe
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| And Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays' a drag
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| Thursdays and Friday’s so sad, so sad
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| But come Saturday girl, I’m on top of the world
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| The moment she steps through that door
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| She’s got a smile like a rainbow in the grey
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| And a laugh that’d make a misery’s day
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| And all the customers they think she’s a hoot
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| Yeah and the boys think she’s cute
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| And when we close up
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| She sings along to the jukebox
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| «I just need somebody, I need someone to love»
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| And then she climbs on the table top
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| Swinging her dishmop
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| And I wish I had the courage and I could say
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| Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays' a drag
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| Thursdays and Friday’s so sad, so sad
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| She’s my Saturday girl, I’m on top of the world
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| Yeah it’s the one day I feel like a king
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| It’s Saturday, it’s Saturday
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| Saturday, it’s Saturday, it’s Saturday
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| The moment she steps through that door… |