IN ONLY SEVEN DAYS
Words and music by John Deacon
Monday the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away ooh
Tuesday I saw her down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And she looked and smiled at me
Wednesday I didn’t see her
I hoped that she’d be back tomorrow
And then on Thursday
My luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memories to fade
I wish Friday would last for ever
I held her close to me
I couldn’t bear to leave her there
Saturday just twenty four hours
Oh no I’m going back home on Sunday
Ooh so sad alone
Words and music by John Deacon
Monday the start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away ooh
Tuesday I saw her down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
And she looked and smiled at me
Wednesday I didn’t see her
I hoped that she’d be back tomorrow
And then on Thursday
My luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memories to fade
I wish Friday would last for ever
I held her close to me
I couldn’t bear to leave her there
Saturday just twenty four hours
Oh no I’m going back home on Sunday
Ooh so sad alone
