That was the week that was at eight

Colorless green ideas
Sleep furiously
As for what that means
You got me

Putting Tuesday on a diet at eight

Next week will be March
It's been a strange winter
Now, it's Marti Gras

Move with me at eight

This goes here and that goes there
And where those wind up, I don't care
We'll move it all and rest and then
Later, we'll do it all again

Covers and uncovers at eight

The weather was quite awful
There was danger on the streets
I spent the last three days in bed
Somewhere between the sheets