My Wednesday Balabusta - Rick Moranis

She comes in the back door around nine o’clock

She changes right into her red paisley smock

She’s dusting and polishing, the shmutz goes away

I know she’ll go too by the end of the day

She bends down and wipes underneath every door

She reaches and bleaches the whole kitchen floor

I know that she’s leaving at quarter to three

Maybe I’ll spill something, she’ll stay longer with me

She’s my Wednesday balabusta

She’s my Tuesday Weld

My June Cleaver

She’s my once-a-week balabusta

And I’m weak in the knees

Watching her clean

Her phone rings, she’s speaking in words I don’t know

I’m hoping he’s telling her it’s time for him to go

The thought of her with me, I’m starting to shvitz

Maybe I’ll order those tapes from Berlitz

She’s hungry, she stops for a Nutrisystem drink

She’s perfect but she doesn’t know what I think

I should get another place that’s not too far away

Maybe she’ll give me an extra day

She’s my Wednesday balabusta

She’s my Sunday bride

My May flower

She’s my once-a-week balabusta

And I wish that she’d

Vacuum me in

She picks up the money, she’s waving good-bye

I’m smiling but inside I’m starting to cry

I keep things too tidy, so she’ll like me too

I really should give her some more things to do

I’m shivering, I found it, it’s something she wrote

I need Ajax and Clorox, it’s all in the note

It’s her way of telling me she’ll see me again

I’m happy I don’t have to wonder when

She’s my Wednesday balabusta

A mid-week mitzvah

The place is spotless

She’s my once-a-week balabusta

And I’ll see her again

Next week