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Weekender Baby

One, two, three, four, five coffee

No, no he still hasn't called me

Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies

I know he won'tI checked my watch, my phone

Why, why won't you prove me wrong?

I checked my pulse, wondering

Which one has gone?'Cause I've got a weekender baby

Weekender baby

Weekender babyOne, two, three, four, five rings

You used to be so quick to pick up

Six, seven, eight, nine knocks

I know you're thereIt seems too easy, to trick me all week

And then come Friday

He's off to play

"King of the streets"'Cause I've got a weekender baby

Who from Friday noon

Weekender baby

To Sunday eve

Weekender baby

Would rather roam

Than be at home with meOne, two, three, four, five coffee

No, no he still hasn't called me

Six, seven, eight, nine, whiskies

I know he won'tI checked my watch, my phone

Why, why won't you prove me wrong?

I checked my pulse, wondering

Which one has gone?'Cause I've got a weekender baby

Who from Friday noon

Weekender baby

To Sunday eve

Weekender baby

Would rather roam

Than be alone with me

Songwriters

LOU DOILLONPublished by

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