Well the thing about Sundays
They can bring you down
Some people hate Mondays
In the subway crowd

Rainy day umbrellas
On the soaking streets
Bobbing on the wind
And the watery sheets
Running to and fro
Like rabbits down a hole
I wonder where all the people go

The best thing about Wednesday
Is your smiling face
Drinkin' expresso
At an outdoor cafe

Watching people's faces
As they jostle in the street
Waiting for the lights
On impatient feet
Just like actors
In a picture show
I wonder where all the people go

Right around Thursday
The traffic moves along
Lookin' forward to Friday
Soon the weekend will be gone

Pretty girls in shops
On the city square
Taxicabs and buses
In the thorough fares
Millions of faces
In the ebb and flo
I wonder where all the people go