Schools are always charging you up, up, up, up, up
Fools are always fucking with the wrong guy
Tools are always screwing you up
But when I get upset
I'll just tune into your station
Dogs are always barking up a storm
Frogs are always hop, hop, hop, hop, hopping
Logs are always falling in the forest
But those bulldozers roaring will never stop for nature
Saturday was so blissful
And Sunday could not have gone worse
Monday meant so little
That Tuesday brought another curse
Another curse for her
'Cause when she takes her turn
He'll throw it in reverse
So hopefully there's no one going straight
Babies are always being born at night
Candies are always keeping flavors bright
Coyotes are always howling up a fight
But you never want to start a coyote fight
Saturday was so blissful
And Sunday could not have gone worse
But Monday passed so little
And Tuesday brought another curse
Another curse for her
'Cause when she takes her turn
He'll throw it in reverse
So hopefully there's no one going straight
I hope that there is no one going straight
Yeah, hopefully nobody's going straight
I've got to leave at 5:32
Because there's nothing left to do
And if you've got nothing to do
Then maybe you should just leave now too
You know man, they'd cut off all my hair
And load me up with magazines
If I just gave them the word