She comes in the back door around nine oclock
She changes right into her red paisley smock
Shes dusting and polishing the shmutz goes away

I know shell go too by the end of the day
She bends down and wipes underneath every door
She reaches and bleaches the whole kitchen floor

I know that shes leaving at quarter to three
Maybe ill spill something shell stay longer with me
Shes my wednesday balabusta

Shes my tuesday weld
My june cleaver
Shes my once-a-week balabusta

And im weak in the knees
Watching her clean
Her phone rings shes speaking in words i dont know

Im hoping hes telling her its time for him to go
The thought of her with me im starting to shvitz
Maybe ill order those tapes from berlitz

Shes hungry she stops for a nutrisystem drink
Shes perfect but she doesnt know what i think
I should get another place thats not too far away

Maybe shell give me an extra day
Shes my wednesday balabusta
Shes my sunday bride

My may flower
Shes my once-a-week balabusta
And i wish that shed

Vacuum me in
She picks up the money shes waving good-bye
Im smiling but inside im starting to cry

I keep things too tidy so shell like me too
I really should give her some more things to do
Im shivering i found it its something she wrote

I need ajax and clorox its all in the note
Its her way of telling me shell see me again
Im happy i dont have to wonder when

Shes my wednesday balabusta
A mid-week mitzvah
The place is spotless

Shes my once-a-week balabusta
And ill see her again
Next week