Seven deadly sins

I called into my doctor
To see what might be wrong
My days were feeling heavy
When they used to be such fun

He wrote me a prescription
And sent me on my way
“Pay my levy to the nurse, and
Do one of these each day”

Mondays can be murder
Never-ending gloom
Find yourself a woman
And go and get a room

Go back home on Tuesday
Tell your girl-friend how you feel
And if she's feeling generous
She'll take you for a meal
(You need to talk)

If it gets too much on Wednesday
Take your money from the bank
If you’re banished from the bedroom
You might need to sort yourself out

On Thursday, hand your notice in
Go and sell the car
Email all your mates
And meet them in the bar

On Friday, keep your head down
There’ll be trouble up at t’ mill
She's brandishing a kitchen-knife
And it’s you she's out to kill

Saturday’s for families
No one calls your phone
You’ll be jealous of your mates
And you’ll miss the happy home

She calls you up on Sunday
And asks you to come home
But you’re so full of crap
You prefer to gnaw your bone

Follow these instructions
One each day, for your health
If you're no better in a week
We'll try something else