Welcome to the Working Week

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? Oh, I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you You gotta do it till you're through, 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 Oh, I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you You gotta do it till you're through, so you better get to it I hear you sayin', "Hey, the city's alright" When you only read about it in books Spend all your money gettin' so convinced That you never even bother to look Sometimes I wonder if we're livin' in the same land Why d'you wanna be my friend When I feel like a juggler running out of hands? Oh, welcome to the working week