Words and music by John Deacon. Monday the start of my holiday. Freedom for just one week. Feels good to get away ooh. Tuesday I saw her down on the beach. I stood and watched a while. And she looked and smiled at me. Wednesday I didn't see her. I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow. And then on Thursday. My luck had changed. She stood there all alone. I went and asked her name. I never thought that this could happen to me. In only seven days. It would take a hundred or more. For memories to fade. I wish Friday would last for ever. I held her close to me. I couldn't bear to leave her there. Saturday just twenty four hours. Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday