One of those days

When I woke up this morning
a shiny sunny sleepy friday morning
one of those simple fridays
I realized I didn't have hands
Oh what now?
What will the piano do now?
What will my pencils do now?
How will I wave hello now?
It was a bad friday...

When I woke up this afternoon
a villain voo-doo vanishing saturday afternoon
one of those plain saturdays
I realized I didn't have windows
Oh what now?
What will my cats do now?
What will my curtains do now?
How will the world be seen now?
It was a sad saturday...

When I woke up this night
a moody moaning misty sunday night
one of those boring sundays
I realize I didn't have a house
Oh what now?
What will my chairs do now?
What will my teas do now?
How will I open doors now?
It was a mad sunday...

When I woke up this dawn
a gloomy groovy glowing monday dawn
one of those forgotten mondays
I realize I didn't have myself
Oh what now?
What will my brain do now?
What will my friends do now?
How will I exist as me now?
It was a sad and bad and mad monday...

It was one of those days
It was one of strange those days
Oh well, it happens...