And now the end is near,
And so i face the final curtain;
My friend, i'll say it clear;
I'll state my case, of which i'm certain.
I'll plan a life that's full;
I'll travel each and every highway;
But no, i haven't yet;
I'll do it friday.

Courgettes; i've had a few,
But then again, to few to mention;
Shallots; but that's shallot;
And all i've got's my old age pension.
I planned each charted course,
Each cafefull step along the byway,
But not i never went i'll go on friday.

Yes, there were times, i'me sure you knew,
That there were things i had to do; 
But through it all, when life got rough,
I went to bed and put it off;
Then i stood tall,
And saved it all to do on friday.

I've loved; i've laughed and cried;
Known tears and toil, and all life's labours;
I've known life's bitter side,
For i have seen it all on neighbours.
I've seen them do all that,
And in some new brave do-or-die way...
Oh no, i've changed my mind,
I'll do it friday.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If he can't say "i'd rather not."
To risk his all; to face the day;
To stand up tall and run away.
The record shows
What you all know;
I'll do it friday.

Friday