How do you get anything done
When you're dreaming of me 'til the day is done
How do I move on
When I'm thinking of you like the son of a gun
Maybe you're sick of me
And I'm sick of you
But somebody out there's sick with the flu
You're a fool in love I'm in love like a fool
But for somebody out there love is so cruel
Every night I hear you sing
"Happy Birthday" in your sleep
That's why there's always a party in my dreams
We may think our life is hard
But we're not playing basketball
Down in the graveyard
We may find it hard to relax
But we're not brushing our teeth
Down by the railroad tracks
And we're bitchin' 'bout lines at the gas pump
But we're not roasting marshmallows
Down at the dump
You're a fool in love I'm in love like a fool
But for somebody out there love is so cruel
Maybe you're sick of me
And I'm sick of you
But somebody out there's sick with the flu