Sunday

Well, there's a word for stress

It's called suck-sess

All this work and no play

Could make anybody a physical wreck

Well, i'll be checkin' out

Next time it comes around

You can call me anytime

But don't be surprised if i don't wanna hear it

On a sunday

'Cause that's the one day i can

Have a gin and tonic iv

Become one with my settee

Contemplate my navel or just breathe

La, la, la, la la la la.....

A million bombs could fall

They could burn down the mall

But when i've made my mind up

I just got to get away from it all

When i start growing hair

On things that were'nt there

I know it's time to stop

My head will pop if i have to hear it

On a sunday

'Cause every other day

I've worked so hard i've needed a clone

Feel like i had a shot of testosterone

Just wanna vegetate and blow up the phone

La, la, la, la la la la la

Not on a sunday

'Cause that's the one day i can

Get undressed with nowhere to go

Brush up on my greta garbo

Get in contact with my alter ego

La, la, la, la la la la

Just one day please

To be careless and free

Before i go crazy..........