Tuesday, Tuesday--no hood on me,
Tuesday, Tuesday, it is all gross carnality.
On Tuesday, whoring, boozeday, snorting. . .
Goodness cancelee.
Fat Tuesday, breachin' boundaries of decency.

Wednesday, Wednesday, ash-smudge-head day,
Wednesday, Wednesday, when dining, must spurn mound buffet.
Oh, Wednesday mornin',
I will start self morti-
fyin', you will see.
Oh, Wednesday mornin'
Mounds, food, I'll leave and not take meat.

Then for forty days, Lent for forty days,
Yes, for forty days! I will not eat swine, no.
But at last when Easter comes:
Break the fast when Easter comes;
You will find me dinin' all of the time.

Tuesday, boozeday, so good to me,
Tuesday, porking out and sin-drenched in lechery.
But Wednesday morning, Wednesday morning,
Goodness returnee.
Then Sunday, Easter, preacher is beseechin' me.

Then till Ash Wednesday, Lent is far away,
Go out of my way to eat meat--all kinds, yeah!
Being a mutton glutton, being a sluttin' glutton,
You will find me dinin' just like a swine.

Hump day, hump day, ash-smudge-head day,
Hump-day smudge day, please go away!. . .