Saturday night's alright for fightin'
Everything I would like to be
Fame, makes a (wo)man take things over
I'm not dead! I'm getting better!
Now we know who we're looking for
Death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth
Hopelessly devoted to you
Today's the day we'll say 'I do'
And my heart breaks for the 137th time this week
Surf me baby, one more time
Puttin' away the last of the masking tape and boxes
You be me for awhile, and I'll be you
All tantrum, all the time
Su-prise, su-prise, su-prise
You make my dreams come true
www means wretched writers welcome
No one hears me sing this song
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
Hey, there! Hi, there! Ho, there!
Slide, slide, slippedy slide
Oh I wish I was a little bar of soap
I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight