"Wednesday" lyrics

Bet you thought that pink's my favorite color
When you got me that hump-day bumper sticker
John didn't know Wednesday was gonna be so slow
Mr. Steinbeck, don't you know? I'm the ticket to that
Sweet Thursday you wrote

I got middle child syndrome, they got it right on the Addams Show
You'll think it's easy to play the part of everybodys' woe
But I'll burn your ashes right after you fill out your taxes
Don't you know that Wednesdays do the most?

Bet you forgot how to spell my first name
Doesn't matter when your favorite day is Thursday
I'll never be the day you idolize every week
And Mr. Steinbeck will never know, I'm not the reason, always
Weekdays feel so slow

I got middle child syndrome, they got it right on the Addams Show
You'll think it's easy to play the part of everybodys' woe
I'll burn your ashes right after you fill out your taxes
Don't you know that Wednesdays do the most?

And no, it's not my top priority
To make your weekdays live in harmony
But John, you just can't blame a weekday
Just to feel the same

I got middle child syndrome, they got it right on the Addams Show
You'll think it's easy to play the part of everybodys' woe
But I'll burn your ashes right after you fill out your taxes
Don't you know that Wednesdays do the most?