Five White Shirts

Sunday evening the weekend gone,

Gotta get my work head on.

Five white shirts on the washing line

Five white shirts and smoothing iron.

Five white shirts.  Five white shirts.

Monday morning I’m off to work.

Share my car with Solomon Burke.

Home by six I take the fast lane,

Gotta hear Little Richard again.

Five white shirts.  Five white shirts.

Tuesday now the world looks grey.

Feel I’m wasting my life away.

Wish I had me a cloak and cane.

Five white shirts, that’s my ball and chain.

Five white shirts.  Five white shirts.

Wednesday now see the boss today.

He’s a wise man got a lot to say.

Talks about the need for improvement,

Words fall down just like a bowel movement.

Five white shirts.  Five white shirts.

Thursday now be the weekend soon.

Gotta hear some rock n roll tunes.

Five white shirts hanging in the hall.

Five white shirts I wanna burn them all.

Five white shirts.  Five white shirts.

Friday now one shirt to go,

Four empty hangers all in a row.

Curse those shirts till the day I die.

Five white shirts and a clip on tie.

Five white shirts.  Five white shirts.

Saturday now and I feel alright,

Gonna see my baby tonight.

Go out dancing that’s where its at

All dressed up like a rockabilly cat.

Five white shirts.  Five white shirts.

Five white shirts.  Five white shirts.

When I get me some cash I’m gonna quit that job.

I’m gonna put on my bootlace tie and my blue suede shoes,

I’m gonna slick back my hair and

Go out dancing every night.

I’m gonna a shred those five white shirts.

Lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2012