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
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