[Verse 1]

It's Thursday

And goodbye to the mops and pails

I'll deck out clean in crepe de chine

And manicure my nails

[Verse 2]

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

[Bridge]

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

[Verse 3]

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