Wednesday

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

Then 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