Lyrics No Fun At All – Welcome To The Working Week

Now that your picture’s in the paper being rhythmically admired
You can have anyone that you have ever desired
All you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why

Welcome to the working week

All of your family had to kill to survive
And they’re still waiting for their big day to arrive
But if they knew how I felt they’d bury me alive

Welcome to the working week
Oh, I know I don’t thrill you, I hope I don’t kill you
Welcome to the working week
You gotta do it till you’re through it so you better get to it

I hear you saying «hey, the city’s alright»
When you only read about it in books
Spend all your money getting so convinced
That you never even bother to look

Sometimes I wonder if we’re living in the same land
Why’d you wanna be my friend when I
Feel like a juggler running out of hands?

Welcome to the working week
Welcome to the working week