Seven Day Week End

Seven Day Weekend:Gary (US) Bonds.

#27 in 1962.



INTRO:

D               Bm                   G         A

Rama-lama-lama, bop-she-bop-she-bop, seven-day weekend.

D               Bm                   G         A

Rama-lama-lama, bop-she-bop-she-bop, seven-day weekend.



#1.

A       D                 Bm             G         A

Well, I wish that I could have myself, a seven-day weekend.

D                Bm            G         A

Tired of sittin' on the shelf, until the weekend.

G                    D

Friday after school, I pick my baby up.

   E

We dance and party till Sunday night.

           A

That's the only time I get to hold my baby tight.



#2.

  D                     Bm    G         A

I wish that there could be, a seven-day weekend.

    D            Bm          G         A

I'm gonna make a plea, for a seven-day weekend.

    G                 D

And if it came about, life would be success.

    E                               A

I'd run on out and have a ball..and never go to school at all.



CHORUS:

G

Monday, seven picture shows.

D

Tuesday, you know, anything goes.

E

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, too..

    A

I'd party and Twist the whole week through.



#3.

    D           Bm       G         A

All day I dream about, a seven-day weekend.

  D                  Bm

I sit and scheme and scheme and scheme,

G                 A

about a seven-day weekend.

    G                              D

The teacher calls my name, and I'm in another world.

         E                 A         D

I'm just thinkin', about a seven-day weekend.

D

Yay-yay-yay-yay-yeah.



(INTERLUDE:SAX:)



CHORUS:

G

Monday, seven picture shows.

D

Tuesday, you know, anything goes.

E

Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, too..

    A

I'd party and Twist the whole week through.



#4.

    D           Bm       G         A

All day I dream about, a seven-day weekend.

  D                  Bm

I sit and scheme and scheme and scheme,

G                 A

about a seven-day weekend.

    G                              D

The teacher calls my name, and I'm in another world.

         E         A                 D

I'm just thinkin', about a seven-day weekend.

G     A          D

Yeah! A sevenday weekend!



OUTRO:

(Shabba-dabba-dabba-doh.)

         D

Don'tcha know I'm thinkin' 'bout a seven-day...

(Shabba-dabba-dabba-doh.)

        D

Yeah! A seven-day weekend.

(Shabba-dabba-dabba-doh.)

        D

I'm thinkin' 'bout a seven-day weekend.

(Shabba-dabba-dabba-doh.) (Fade.)





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