Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday, a Monday, a Monday is very very good. Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday, a Tuesday, a Tuesday, in fact I wish you would Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday, a Thursday, a Friday and Saturday is best, But never, never on a Sunday, a Sunday, a Sunday, 'cause that's my day of rest Most any day, you can be my guest, Any day you say, but my day of rest. Just name the day that you like the best, Only stay away on my day of rest. Oh you can kiss me on a cool day, a hot day, a wet day, whichever one you choose. Or try to kiss me on a gray day, a May day, a pay day, and see if I refuse. And if you make it on a bleak day, a freak day, a weekday, why you can be my guest. But never, never on a Sunday, a Sunday, the one day I need a little rest. . . . . . . Oh you can kiss me on a week, day a week, day a week, days a day to be my guest But never, never on a Sunday, a Sunday, a Sunday, 'cause that's my day of rest ^{Fade out} But never, never on a Sunday, a Sunday, a Sunday, 'cause that's my day of rest... (Grazie a Luigi per questo testo)