Same Time Next Week Songtext
von Phil Manzanera

Sometimes, when I was younger
Thought I′d really found my lucky number
But she drifted away

She'd encourage your advances
Back row movies, midnight chances
Absolutely nothing to say

And as time went by, I found that I was looking
For that pebble in the sky who was not too shy
But would always satisfy me

Same time next week

Well, you′ve kept your tan quite well I must say
And your figure's getting better every day
But I've something to say to you

On the subject of confession I admit to indiscretion
Nothing really, just a weekend or two


Well, now, is that so?
I didn′t really want to know about the details
And I′ve got to go to meet your little sister at night

Maybe I'll see you
Maybe I′ll see you
Same time next week

It must have come as quite a shock to you
To hear the people talk as people do
So scandalously

Hey, I'm a liberated lady, second generation sister
Say, why don′t you watch your den
Don't patronize me

Well, the problem is with me, you see
That you have got exactly what I want
But she has always had what I need

Maybe I′ll see you
Maybe I'll see you same time next week

Maybe I'll see you
Same time next week


Maybe I′ll see you
Maybe I′ll see you same time next week