Sunday (Marcella Detroit)

Well, there's a word for stress It's called suck-sess All this work and no play Could make anybody a physical wreck Well, i'll be checkin' out Next time it comes around You can call me anytime But don't be surprised if i don't wanna hear it On a sunday 'Cause that's the one day i can Have a gin and tonic iv Become one with my settee Contemplate my navel or just breathe La, la, la, la la la la..... A million bombs could fall They could burn down the mall But when i've made my mind up I just got to get away from it all When i start growing hair On things that were'nt there I know it's time to stop My head will pop if i have to hear it On a sunday 'Cause every other day I've worked so hard i've needed a clone Feel like i had a shot of testosterone Just wanna vegetate and blow up the phone La, la, la, la la la la la Not on a sunday 'Cause that's the one day i can Get undressed with nowhere to go Brush up on my greta garbo Get in contact with my alter ego La, la, la, la la la la Just one day please To be careless and free Before i go crazy..........