| I been up, honey, all night long
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| It felt right, now it feel wrong
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| I just wanna feed my misery
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| The _Boston Globe_ and some black coffee
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| I don’t wanna have a nice day
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| And I wish that you wouldn’t say
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| That to me, not that-a-way
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| I don’t wanna have a nice day
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| I think that somebody unscrewed my head
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| I know I look just like an unmade bed
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| But y’know when I feel this way
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| What it is is a-what I say. |
| And
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| I can remember a little restaurant, you know
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| Somewhere down around Chicago
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| She threw that Whopper right in my face
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| And then she said, «Have a nice day.» |
| I said
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| What d’ya wanna do then? |
| Umh!
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| I wanna weep; |
| I wanna sleep
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| I wanna get by cheap
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| I wanna creep into the deep
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| I wanna fall down in a heap
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| I’m gonna do it right on your floor
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| If you say that to me just once more
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| You’ll have to roll me right out the door
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| Yeah, and give me the ol' what for
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| I can remember what the people did
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| Way back when I was a little kid
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| They didn’t ask you to be always high
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| They just said, «thank you» and «goodbye.» |
| And
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| No no no no no nonononono…
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| Why don’t you have one? |
| Take two, they’re small
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| Da da da da da dadadadadada…
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| Why don’t you have a day like a painting of a kid with big eyes?
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| Why don’t you have a day like a painting of a puppy with a ribbon 'round
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| Its neck
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| Sun goin down over the sea?
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| Why don’t you have a day like a painting of a kid with big eyes
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| Holdin' a puppy with a ribbon 'round it’s neck'
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| Standin' down by the ocean with the sun…
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| Nonononono, I don’t wanna… nonononono, I don’t wanna… nononnonono, I
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| Don’t wanna
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| Nononononononono! |