[Originally by Elvis Costello] Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired you can Have anyone that you have ever desired, All you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why, welcome to the working week Oh, I know I don't thrill you, I hope I don't kill you, welcome to the working week You gotta do it till you're through it so you better get to it All of your family had to kill to survive And they're still waiting for their big day to arrivebut if they knew how I felt They'd bury me alive Welcome to the working week Oh, I know I don't thrill you, I hope I don't kill you, welcome to the working week You gotta do it till you're through it so you better get to it 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 living 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 [x2]