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Musical: Bright Lights, Big City
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Blues Man: Wednesday Middle of the week day Everybody on their way somewhere You wanna go somewhere, too But you’ve absolutely nothing to do And every other person has a job except you And every other person has a life except you Isn’t that depressing, baby? Whoop do do do do Wednesday Middle of the week day You got your Tuesdays and your Thursdays Your Saturdays and your Sundays Your Mondays and your Fridays, your Fridays Your weekends, see the point that I am making Is that all the days are taken Except the one right in the middle of this Freaky, whack-a-diddle of a week So to speak, well, that’s right Wednesdays are all mine Uncut Peruvian flake, the closest you get to God these days Jamie: How much? Blues Man: Fifty and a half Jamie: Wanna taste? Blues Man: Who are you? John DeLaurian? Jamie: Alright, alright, alright I’ll take it Both: Drain-o, drain-o for the brain-o Drift away your Wednesday Blues Man: Yeah, middle of the week day Back to main page: Bright Lights, Big City Lyrics
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