Three Days Rest Songtext
von Rick Moranis

You are some kind of lady
With a mince of mind and curves to kill
I love all the work you′ve had done on you
Keep on sendin' me those bills
I am glad your serve′s improving
I love the fabric in the den
The pinot noir you got in Napa
Was sublime with your Cornish hen

But I can't give you what you need tonight
I just have to confess
It may be hard to make love to you just right
'Cause I′m on three days rest

Maybe I′ll test drive a Vespa
Forget to shave, collect some art
Reinstate myself at Jack LaLanne
Walk the course and lose the cart


I don't know if I can be your man tonight
I don′t mean to obsess
I just don't wanna be anything but right
And I′m on three days rest

The boys all want me to go rafting
So far no one's taken their phone
I got the whole Lou Rawls collection
To keep you company when you′re alone

And when I get back here tomorrow
I'll be bestin' my own best
I′ll be somethin′ that you've never seen before
I′ll be on four days rest

There was a time my eye would wander
But my heart was always still
I chose this life I will not squander
What I can save with just a pill


So I surfed around and I found the site
Just arrived UPS
I'm gonna be able to make love to you tonight
Right here in our love nest
Even on three days rest
Three days rest
You′re the best
Three days rest
Three days rest