So what are you gonna do next week
What are you gonna do

"Fuck that"
I tried to play it in Atlanta and no
Didn't come to the show
Tried to play it where Mickey lives
But she said, "no way
I'm not having any of this"

What am I gonna do next week
Go to ballet class in a driving pool
Don't know what shoes I could wear
Have to pass the cows on my way there

I think I'll think of you next week
I think I'll walk down a tiny street
There will be butterflies aplenty
But there won't be Matty the drummer and Mister Jon
And the crew and the buses
And all of you

What will I do next week?
I'll do my laundry
That's a lie
I wish I could but I'm told they all change colours when I get ahold of them

Husband's laundry
I think he gives it to Joel or somebody else who's been to school
All I know is
All the times we've had
I think
I think I'll think of you next week