Seven Days
The Quireboys Lyrics


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'Seven days, was all she wrote
A kind of ultimatum note, she gave to me
She gave to me
When I thought the field had cleared
It seems another suit appeared to challenge me
Woe is me
Though I hate to make a choice
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
Well, we'll see
I don't think she'd bluff this time
I really have to make her mine
It's plain to see, it's him or me
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednsday's would be fine
Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time
Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late

The fact he's over six feet ten
Might instil fear in other men
But not in me
The mighty flea
Ask if I am mouse or man
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
He'll murder me in time for his tea
Does it bother me at all?
My rival is Neanderthal

It makes me think
Perhaps I need a drink
I.Q. is no problem here
We won't be playing Scrabble for
Her hand, I fear
I need that beer

Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wedn'sday would be fine
Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time
Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late

Seven days will quickly go
The fact remains, I love her so
Seven days
So many ways
But I can't run away
I can't run away

Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wedn'sday would be fine
Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time
Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late
Do I have to tell a story
Of a thousand rainy days
Since we first met?
It's a big enough umbrella




But it's always me that ends up
Getting wet. Yeah, Yeah.

Overall Meaning

The Quireboys's song "Seven Days" tells the story of a man who's given an ultimatum note by his lover to make a choice between her and another man who's come into the picture. The lyrics describe how the man thought he had the field cleared until another suit appeared to challenge him. He's struggling to make a choice between the two, but he knows he has to make the right decision, or he'll lose the woman he loves. The lyrics use humor, playfulness and an over-the-top description of the rival to create an engaging tale. The song also expresses how the man feels, and it's evident that he's somewhat intimidated by the large stature of his rival. The chorus repeats the days of the week, emphasizing the importance of time in decision-making.


The song's themes primarily explore love, humor, and indecision. The lyrics use a lot of wordplay and metaphors, making them engaging to listen to. The singer contrasts his lack of physical strength to his rival's by referring to him as a "Neanderthal," which shows the singer's vulnerability in the face of someone else's power. The lyrics also use a lot of internal rhyme, giving them a poetic feel. In the end, the singer realizes that he cannot run away, and he must make the decision within seven days.


Line by Line Meaning

Seven days, was all she wrote
She gave me just seven days to make a decision


A kind of ultimatum note, she gave to me
Her note was like an ultimatum, giving me a deadline


When I thought the field had cleared
I thought I had no competition


It seems another suit appeared to challenge me
Suddenly, another guy showed up as a rival


Though I hate to make a choice
I don't like choosing between two things


My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
I'm running out of time and choices


Well, we'll see
I don't know what will happen


I don't think she'd bluff this time
I'm sure she's serious this time


I really have to make her mine
I need to win her heart


It's plain to see, it's him or me
One of us is going to win her over


Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
I have a few days to decide


If I make up my mind, Wednesday would be fine
If I decide soon, I have a couple more days to act


Thursday's on my mind, Friday'd give me time
I'm running out of time, but I might be able to wait until Friday


Saturday could wait, but Sunday'd be too late
I can't wait too long or I'll lose her


The fact he's over six feet ten
He's a big guy


Might instil fear in other men
He might scare other guys


But not in me, the mighty flea
But I'm not intimidated


Ask if I am mouse or man
He's questioning my strength


The mirror squeaked, away I ran
I'm afraid of him


He'll murder me in time for his tea
He'll hurt me badly


Does it bother me at all? My rival is Neanderthal
I'm not happy that my rival is not very smart


It makes me think, perhaps I need a drink
I need a drink to relax


I.Q. is no problem here
Intelligence isn't really a factor


We won't be playing Scrabble for her hand, I fear
Our competition isn't intellectual


I need that beer
I really need a drink


Seven days will quickly go
Time is running out


The fact remains, I love her so
I really love her


So many ways, but I can't run away
I have different options, but I can't give up on her


Do I have to tell a story of a thousand rainy days since we first met?
Our history is filled with ups and downs


It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet
I'm the one who always gets hurt, even though I try to protect myself




Writer(s): Guy Griffin, Jonathan Gray

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