O Sweet Thursday

Woke up one morning 
Packed a bag to get away
Didn't know where I was going
Couldn't stay another day
Found the Cannery Row down by the South Bay
Found myself singing
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
You got me on my way
She had a Tom-Waits lisp and Eva-Green eyes
c Rose of Sharon beneath her thighs
San-Diego girl in the best of ways
She took the phone from her back pocket
She called a girlfriend and I heard her say
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
You got me on my way
Rich kids are mooches they live on your dough
You pick up their tab they don't even know
Hooches and cooches and Mama Talk all day
They sit and cry on your couches and blame their parents all the way
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
You got me on my way
Tropical rain on Moonlight Beach
Hair on the water, fuzzy like a little peach
The sets are few and far between
Bikini girls are only seventeen
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
O Sweet Thursday
You got me on my way