THEY READ THE GOOD BOOK FROM FRI TILL MONDAYTHAT'S HOW THE WEEKEND GOESI'VE GOT A DREAM HOUSE I'LL BUILD THERE ONE DAYWITH PICKET FENCE AND RAMBLING ROSEYour fortune: Better not tell you now
Doon't know why I left the homesteeeaadI really must confeeeeesssI'm a weary exileSinging my song of loooooneliiiiinessss