<i>[Originally by Elvis Costello]</i>
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Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired you can
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Have anyone that you have ever desired,
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all you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why, welcome to the working week
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Oh, I know I don't thrill you, I hope I don't kill you, welcome to the working week
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You gotta do it till you're through it so you better get to it
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All of your family had to kill to survive
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And they're still waiting for their big day to arrivebut if they knew how I felt
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They'd bury me alive
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Welcome to the working week
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Oh, I know I don't thrill you, I hope I don't kill you, welcome to the working week
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You gotta do it till you're through it so you better get to it
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I hear you sayin "hey, the city's alright" when you only read about it in books
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Spend all your money gettin' so convinced that you never even bother to look
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Sometimes I wonder if we're living in the same land
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Why'd you wanna be my friend when I
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Feel like a juggler running
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Out of hands?
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Welcome to the working week <i>[x2]
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Welcome To The Working Week
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| No Fun At All |
