Six times a week and twice on Sunday
Count them all up they come to eight
Six times a week and twice on Sunday
I get a kiss by the garden gate
I could take my fish and line or read a book by a babblin' brook
But those tings will never do
I'd rather be a makin love to you
Six times a week and twice on Sunday
Count them all up they come to eight
Six times a week and twice on Sunday
I get a kiss by the garden gate
Some floks like to sing and dance or hear a show on the radio
But those things will never do
I'd rather be a makin' love to you
Six times a week and twice on Sunday
Count them all up they come to eight
Six times a week and twice on Sunday
I get a kiss by the garden gate
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boink
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boink
Six times a week and twice on Sunday
Count them all up they come to eight
Six times a week and twice on Sunday
I get a kiss by the garden gate
Never went to Grammar School and I'm not slick at arithmetic.
One and one is two you see
You're the one, the other one is me
Six times a week and twice on Sunday
Count them all up they come to eight
Six times a week and twice on Sunday
I get a kiss by the garden gate
By the garden gate
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