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 (Horace Wimp, Horace Wimp, Horace Wimp)