I Hate Your Guts On Sunday (ben Weasel) — текст песни (screeching weasel)

I hate your guts on Sunday no other day of the week I hate your guts on Sunday
but Monday morning you look so sweetI hate your guts on Sunday and I`m not
even sure why `cause I love your guts on Friday night You gotta go work while
I stay here just sitting and scratching in my underwear Hating you on Sunday
really only means I care I hate your guts on Sunday and I don`t know what to
do Monday`s the catalyst for readjusting my attitude I hate your guts on
Sunday I hate my own guts as well but every other day I think you`re swell
Sunday always feels like a funeral like setting the alarm to be on time for
school But don`t sweat and don`t forget that every other day I think you`re
totally cool