Words and music by john deacon

Monday the start of my holiday

freedom for just one week

feels good to get away ooh

Tuesday i saw her down on the beach

i stood and watched a while

and she looked and smiled at me

Wednesday i didn't see her

i hoped that she'd be back tomorrow

and then on thursday

my luck had changed

she stood there all alone

i went and asked her name

i never thought that this could happen to me

in only seven days

it would take a hundred or more

for memories to fade

I wish friday would last for ever

i held her close to me

i couldn't bear to leave her there

Saturday just twenty four hours

oh no i'm going back home on sunday

Ooh so sad alone