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)