Elvis Costello - [bad word] To The Working Week

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.

 [bad word] to the workin' week.
Oh I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you.
 [bad word] to the workin' 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 waitin' for their big day to arrive.
But if they knew how I felt they'd bury me alive.

 [bad word] to the workin' week.
Oh I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you.
 [bad word] to the workin' 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 livin' in the same land,
Why d'you wanna be my friend when I feel like a juggler [bad word] out of hands? 

 [bad word] to the workin' week, oh, [bad word] to the working week.