Wednesday Lyrics - Bright Lights, Big City Soundtrack

Blues Man:
Wednesday
Middle of the week day
Everybody on their way somewhere
You wanna go somewhere, too
But you’ve absolutely nothing to do
And every other person has a job except you
And every other person has a life except you
Isn’t that depressing, baby?
Whoop do do do do
Wednesday
Middle of the week day
You got your Tuesdays and your Thursdays
Your Saturdays and your Sundays
Your Mondays and your Fridays, your Fridays
Your weekends, see the point that I am making
Is that all the days are taken
Except the one right in the middle of this
Freaky, whack-a-diddle of a week
So to speak, well, that’s right
Wednesdays are all mine
Uncut Peruvian flake, the closest you get to God these days

Jamie:
How much?

Blues Man:
Fifty and a half

Jamie:
Wanna taste?

Blues Man:
Who are you?
John DeLaurian?

Jamie:
Alright, alright, alright
I’ll take it

Both:
Drain-o, drain-o for the brain-o
Drift away your Wednesday

Blues Man:
Yeah, middle of the week day