The week ends weakly
And the weekend arrives;
The weaklings arise
In search of a prize

Going out every day
Monday, Wednesday, doesn’t matter;
Friday, Sunday, any other
That’s a week for a weekly fighter

Going out once a week
In search of a prize they don’t deserve;
They keep in stock their small reserve,
Once a week won’t get you served

When the weekend arrives,
You won’t see their eyes
They’ll wear their disguise:
The weaklings arise

The week warriors won’t end weakly;
The weekend weaklings will

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