It's Wednesday evening, heading out for a drink
Meeting a group of friends made of former colleagues
Retelling the old tales of government follies
As some still need to work, and leave early in sync

Enjoying the live band without a care for time
Another round for me, as I get a bit drunk
For tomorrow is now, and I'll be quiet monk
Sleeping in till midday as my head hurts in slime

It's Wednesday evening, I am now retired
Following my own choice for this peculiar day
Besides my other half to occupy my stay

Let the fools rush to work, as I'm now required
To do my own blessings for the love of my life
Myself in drinking times without any new strife