Claudia - Martina Sorbara

'Who likes Wednesdays, anyway,'

She says, 'there's not enough ends in the week

Wouldn’t you say,

If I had my way,'

She says, 'it would be Friday

And we’d stay and dance till after

The band packed their stuff away'

Claudia, wish I danced like you

Danced like I had nothing to worry 'bout

Except Rock & Roll

Look ain’t she cool

Aren’t I a right fool

I spill my guts like she cares what

I’m going through

I’m sure she don’t like me

Well really how could she

I live by Derby

I come from the country

I’m a nobody

Claudia wish I was cool as you girl

Wish I had nothing better

To worry 'bout

Except Rock & Roll

One day I’ll be just as wild

If she’s no shame then why should I

Claudia, wish I was like you

She got it all man

She got everything

Wish I was half as glamorous

And out of hand

So help me Claudia, huh,

Be more just like ya

'Cause I’m scared stiff

Scared half to death

Oh help me shake this pettiness

Claudia, there’s no one

Quite like you girl

Don’t you got something better

To worry 'bout

Except Rock & Roll

Music and lyrics by martina sorbara

Martina sorbara — vocals/piano

Adam hay — drums

Murray foster — bass

Jian ghomeshi — percussion/acoustic guitar