I Hate Your Guts On Sunday — 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 sweet
I 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