Words and music by John Deacon

Monday the start of my holiday

Freedom for just one week

Feels good to get away ooh

Tuesday I saw her down on the beach

I stood and watched a while

And she looked and smiled at me

Wednesday I didn't see her

I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow

And then on Thursday

My luck had changed

She stood there all alone

I went and asked her name

I never thought that this could happen to me

In only seven days

It would take a hundred or more

For memories to fade

I wish Friday would last for ever

I held her close to me

I couldn't bear to leave her there

Saturday just twenty four hours

Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday