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