[Originally by Elvis Costello]
    Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired 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 I don't thrill you, I hope I don't kill you, welcome to the working week
  You gotta do it till you're through it 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 arrivebut if they knew how I felt
  They'd bury me alive
    Welcome to the working week
  Oh, I know I don't thrill you, I hope I don't kill you, welcome to the working week
  You gotta do it till you're through it 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 living in the same land
  Why'd you wanna be my friend when I
  Feel like a juggler running
  Out of hands?
    Welcome to the working week [x2]