I cry and I lie to myself every day of the week
I'm brushing my hair and my teeth and the lint off my sleeves
It's bout that time I come out and lie in the Sun
As I dream of my day when my work was a job well done
Drinking lost it's fun, those days are done, by sundown I'm watching tv
I'll be tired now, but bully ole brown
It's two shows before I'm to sleep
All goes to chance, a happy romance is all I dream from before
It's at that time I say, I'm happy today
Oh I'm still that chappy old bore
I get a call from my brother on Wednesdays each day of the week
Oh he cries and whines more than I'd ever share from my teeth
He misses his mistress and all those kisses, and hates his bad back
He'll never know that I have my own sorrows, because I have a bigger nut sack
But I happy dance and a foolish romance, are the things that I dream from before,
As I put on my shoes and cry me the blues
Before I'm off to the local drugstore
All goes to chance, a happy romance is all I dream from before
It's at that time I say, I'm happy today,
Oh I'm still that chappy old bore