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