| The weekend is the weekend | 
| And it’s sunny in the park | 
| I’ll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark | 
| I’ve got a lot of homework | 
| But homework he can wait | 
| I never start my homework till its already too late | 
| My parents say think about your future and my teachers say the same | 
| But it’s hard | 
| When there’s a basketball game in the park | 
| It’s 1998 | 
| And everybody’s saying: | 
| «Harry, you’re going to be a lawyer some day…» | 
| It’s Monday bloody Monday | 
| And there’s two things I forgot | 
| I forgot to do my homework | 
| And I’ve only got one sock | 
| I’m halfway through a test | 
| But I just can’t concentrate | 
| I’m sitting next to Fontaine | 
| I want to ask her on a date | 
| I really want to start a conversation | 
| But each time she walks past | 
| I start choking on my pencil | 
| And fall flat on my ass | 
| I need to concentrate | 
| I have to get this grade | 
| Or I might fail to be a lawyer someday | 
| BRIDGE | 
| But just right now | 
| Can’t think of anything better to do | 
| Than just sit down at the piano and a write this tune | 
| And maybe later | 
| Maybe later in the afternoon | 
| I’ll sit back and relax | 
| And think of all the things I’m going to do… | 
| Someday… | 
| I’ll buy an old car | 
| Someday… | 
| I’ll get that car to start | 
| Someday… | 
| I’ll learn how to drive too | 
| And then Someday… | 
| Imagine all the things I could do | 
| (That was 1998 now | 
| Bring it forward to the present day now | 
| Cause some things have changed | 
| But some things never change) | 
| The weekend is the weekend | 
| And it’s sunny in the park | 
| I’ll stay here with my beer and fish 'n' chips till it gets dark | 
| I just saw Peter Parsons | 
| Who used to be in my class | 
| I always gave him wedgies cause I thought he worked too hard | 
| He said, «Harry, life is great | 
| I feel so happy these days | 
| I’m a litigation lawyer | 
| So I got it made | 
| I’m going out with Fontaine | 
| Rememer her from tenth grade? | 
| I drive a Porsche so I can’t complain…» | 
| Shit! | 
| And look at me can’t think of anything better to do | 
| Than just sit down at the piano and write this tune | 
| And maybe later | 
| Maybe later in the afternoon | 
| I’ll sit back and relax and think of all the things I’m going to do… |