The song is Rebecca Black’s Friday. And the lyrics — dare we say sheer poetry? Move over, Lennon/McCartney, eat shite, Bono, you have nothing on this Black beezel. Here’s the kind of lyric we’re talking about:
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday.
Today it is Friday, Friday.
We, we, we so excited.
We so excited.
We gonna have a ball today.
Tomorrow it is Saturday
and Sunday comes afterwards.
And I don‛t want this weekend to end.
We however do want the song to end. We think you will concur. Listen if you dare . . .
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