'Who likes Wednesdays, anyway,'

She says, 'there's not enough ends in the week 

Wouldn't you say,

If I had my way,'

She says, 'it would be Friday

And we'd stay and dance till after 

The band packed their stuff away'



Claudia, wish I danced like you 

Danced like I had nothing to worry 'bout

Except Rock & Roll



Look ain't she cool

Aren't I a right fool

I spill my guts like she cares what 

I'm going through

I'm sure she don't like me

Well really how could she

I live by Derby 

I come from the country 

I'm a nobody



Claudia wish I was cool as you girl

Wish I had nothing better 

To worry 'bout

Except Rock & Roll



One day I'll be just as wild

If she's no shame then why should I 

Claudia, wish I was like you



She got it all man 

She got everything

Wish I was half as glamorous 

And out of hand

So help me Claudia, huh,

Be more just like ya

'Cause I'm scared stiff 

Scared half to death 

Oh help me shake this pettiness



Claudia, there's no one 

Quite like you girl

Don't you got something better 

To worry 'bout 

Except Rock & Roll





music and lyrics by martina sorbara

martina sorbara - vocals/piano

adam hay - drums

murray foster - bass

jian ghomeshi - percussion/acoustic guitar