Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired
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and you can have anyone that you have ever desired,
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all you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why.
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Welcome to the workin' week.
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Oh I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you.
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Welcome to the workin' 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 waitin' for their big day to arrive.
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But if they knew how I felt they'd bury me alive.
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Welcome to the workin' week.
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Oh I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you.
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Welcome to the workin' 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 all right
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when you only read about it in books.
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Spend all your money gettin' so convinced
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that you never even bother to look.
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Sometimes I wonder if we're livin' in the same land,
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Why d'you wanna be my friend when I feel like a juggler
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running out of hands?
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Welcome to the workin' week, oh, welcome to the working week.
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Welcome To The Working Week
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| Elvis Costello |
