Oops. I heard this song ages ago, a lament about the sourpusses in the world and how they spoil things for the rest of us. It has the chorus: And there's no smiling, no smiling on a Monday No laughing, no laughing on a Tuesday No singing on a Wednesday No dancing on a Thursday No breathing on a Firday No living on a Saturday And on Sunday, Oh on Sunday, no loving at all. I have the outline of some of the verses, but need things filled in I heard it at a pub sing with the Sheffield morris men.
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