Come Day, Go Day
copyright 1995, 2000 Mary Bertke
Chorus:
Come day, go day, God send Sunday.
Come-a-day, go-a-day, God send it soon.
Come day, go day, God send Sunday,
Come-a-day, go-a-day, Saturday too.
The weekend’s hot and you sing and you chatter.
You go to the pub and you’re dancing around.
Monday comes like a bolt from the sky
When you roll out of bed and your feet hit the ground.
The rain is cold, you’re standing there freezing.
You gotta earn more for a bed for the night.
A passer-by praises your singing to heaven,
Gives never a penny and walks out of sight.
You stand on the street, barely making a living.
Your stomach is growling, it wants to be fed.
A man stops to talk and you hope for a pound
But the dirty old lecher just wants you in bed.
You stand in the market to sing several hours
With a dirty old man leering at your young face.
You cannot, you will not, give into desire —
To scratch out his eyes and then fill ‘em with mace!
You walk around London, your bags getting heavy.
It feels like you’re carrying ten tons around.
Your back is breaking, your shoulders are aching —
But sure, don’t you want to see some of the town?
You’re passing through customs, you’re laughing, you’re cheerful.
You joke with the guard as you tell him your route.
He makes a joke back but then looks at you funny —
A random inspection, pull over, get out.
(Spoken: Random inspection, my ass.)
A friend of a friend calls to ask you a favor:
A girl and her dog need to travel quite far.
A window was broken, the dog left a token
And then went and slobbered all over the car.
This is a walking song which began developing my senior year of college. Verses got added when I wanted to laugh about something so that I wouldn't scream about it.