a little boogie woogie (just for the fun of it) tune. lyrically a tongue-in-cheek look at a guy in denial post-breakup.
Lyrics
You’d think the time would go by slowly
But my time is spent alright
Sleep in on a Sunday
Out on a Monday
Right on through to Saturday night
Everybody thought I’d have some trouble
Yet I get by somehow
Rarely wanna kiss her
Seldom ever miss her
Only other problem is now;
I gotta do my own laundry
Gotta cook my own meals
Gotta pick my own paper up on Sunday
Don’t you know how it feels
A little bit insane as always
No one seems to make my bed
Gotta sweep the dirt right out in the hallway
Don’t you know that that’s the only catch…
I only have to shave on week-ends
This freedom is oh, so nice
I’m feeling so enchanted
Taking life for granted
Doing just whatever I like
You think I might be overstating
This joie de vivre, hey, but gee whiz
I’m rollin’ in the clover
Hardly ever sober
Now the only other problem is;
I gotta do my own laundry
Gotta cook my own meals
Gotta pick my own paper up on Sunday
Don’t you know how it feels
A little bit insane as always
No one seems to make my bed
Gotta sweep the dirt right out in the hallway
Don’t you know that that’s the only catch…