The Diary of Horace Wimp

Monday
 Late again today
 He'd be in trouble, though he'd say he was sorry
 He'd have to hurry out to the bus
 Tuesday
 Horace was so sad
 He'd never had a girl that he could care for
 And if he was late once more
 He'd be out, uh-oh
 Don't be afraid, just knock on the door
 While he just stood there mumblin', a-fumblin'
 Then a voice from above
 Said, "Horace Wimp, this is your life
 Go out and find yourself a wife (come on, Horace)
 Make a stand and be a man
 And you will have a great life planned!" (You can do it)
 (Come on, Horace)
 Wednesday
 Horace met the girl
 She was small and she was very pretty
 He thought he was in love, he was afraid, uh-oh
 Thursday
 Asked her for a date
 The café down the street, tomorrow evening
 His head was reeling
 When she said, "Yes, okay!"
 Don't be afraid, just knock on the door
 While he just stood there mumblin', a-fumblin'
 Then a voice from above
 Said, "Horace Wimp, this is your life
 Go out and find yourself a wife (come on, Horace)
 Make a stand and be a man
 And you will have a great life planned!" (You can do it)
 (Come on, Horace)
 Friday
 Horace, this is it
 He asks the girl if maybe they could marry
 When she says, "Gladly!"
 Horace cries, boo-hoo
 Sunday
 Everybody's at the church
 When Horace rushes in and says, "Now here comes my wife
 For the rest of my life"
 And she did
 Don't be afraid, just knock on the door
 While he just stood there mumblin', a-fumblin'
 Then a voice from above
 Said, "Horace Wimp, this is your wife
 Go out and make yourself a life (you can do it)
 Take a stand and be a man
 And you will have a great life planned!" (Horace Wimp)
 Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace
 Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace, Horace
 Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday
 Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday
 Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday (Horace Wimp)
 Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sunday
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