Track byElvis Costello
Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired And 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 Oh I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you Welcome to the working week You gotta do it 'til you're through it so you better get to it All of your family had to kill to survive And they're still waitin' 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 it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you Welcome to the working week You gotta do it 'til 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 do you wanna be my friend When I feel like a juggler running out of hands? Welcome to the working week Oh, welcome to the working week