I’m going to die on a Monday.
It’s always the worst day of the week.
I’m going to be buried on a Friday.
The weathers perfect- it’s usually bleak.
I’m going to die on a Tuesday.
So I get to see my friends one last time.
I’m going to be cremated on a Saturday.
You’ll have to give up some of your weekend, but you won’t mind.
I’m going to die on a Wednesday.
That’s another half week I’d survived.
I’ll be having a PM on Thursday.
You don’t know how I died.
I’m going to die on a Thursday.
I’m usually fed up with the week by then.
I’m going to ascend into heaven on Sunday.
I’ll have to study the commandments from 1 to 10.
I’m going to die on a Friday.
And completely ruin your weekend.
But you’ll have the memorial on a Monday.
So I’ve saved you from work my friend.
I’m going to die on a Saturday.
And miss that party at night.
You’ll pray for me on a Tuesday.
As you lay me to rest and I make my way into the light.
I’m going to die on a Sunday.
And steal your lie-in.
You’ll bury me at sea on a Wednesday.
You know how I loved to swim.
But then you'll remember,
on that day 1st of September,
when we first met and said "hi"
didn't know we'd still be friends when it was time to say goodbye
