On the days I am working hard
things are going well at a steady maneuvre
but other days something happens to me
and I can't move a muscle like a bed bound boozerthe lazy man has shown his face again
and I feel sick at the thought of moving
so what I need is the working man quick
to help me carry on with what I'm doingeverything seems pointless
then everything will seem right
it's my mind but i don't understand it
why this thing keeps on happening overnightevery day at six forty five the alarm clock rings
I awake and through this
another day has begun for me
and already I know just what my mood iseverything seems hazy and as I turn on the light
there's a letter at the foot of my door reading
don't you bother coming over tonightoh I'm in lumber the girl I promised to take to tea
I lost her number I hope tomorrow's a better day for meevery day is different some days it's going so right
but as soon as i hit the pillow
you can bet it's gonna change overnightOn the days I am working hard
things are going well at a steady maneuvre
but other days something happens to me
and I can't move a muscle like a bed bound boozerOh how I wonder just how the sunshine can turn to rain
but I'll ride this thunder and hope that better days will come again.