Now that your picture´s in the paper being rhythmically admired And you can have anyone that you have ever desired
All you got to 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 got to do it till you´re through it and so you better get to it
All of your family had to kill to survive And they´re still waiting 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 got to do it till 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´d you want to be my friend When I feel like a juggler running out of hands?