Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired
and you can have anyone that you have ever desired
all you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why?
(chorus) welcome to the working week
oh, i know it don't thrill you, i hope it don't kill you
welcome to the working week
you gotta do it till you're through, so you better get to it
All of your family had to kill to survive
and they're still waitin' for their big day to arrive
but if they knew how i felt, they'd bury me alive
(repeat chorus)
I hear you sayin', "hey, the city's alright," when you only read about it in books
spend all your money gettin' so convinced that you never even bother to look
sometimes i wonder if we're livin' in the same land
why d'you wanna be my friend when i feel like a juggler running out of hands?
Welcome to the working week
oh, welcome to the working week