Woke up nice and early, around seven in the morning,
Dusk has settled, here comes the sun, it’s slowly rising,
Stretched out the limbs, grinning from ear-to-ear,
That time of the week again, five days later it’s finally here,
Went through the day’s itinerary, mentally, lots of fun to be had, naturally,
Looking forward to parking in front of a screen, controller in hand,
You might call it boring, lame and uninteresting, but for yours truly it’s a recipe for a perfect weekend,
Messing ‘round with Little Sis and watching some tube, washing away the nasty aftertaste of school,
Typical weekend for nine-year old me, don’t mind staying here forever, where life is simple and carefree,
Then it hits like a Mike Tyson uppercut, the sudden realisation,
Jumped the gun three days too early, Hump Day’s just beginning,
Plans for a day of leisure canned, just like that, still got three days of hard graft, that’s just the facts,
Up and at ‘em, Lad, time to go to school,
Off to the showers then, feeling like a prized fool.