On Any Other Day

September 7, 2006

You got it.

There’s a house on my street.

And it looks real neat

I’m the chap who lives in it

 

There’s a tree on the sidewalk

There’s a car by the door

I’ll go for a drive in it

 

And when the wombat comes

He will find me gone

He’ll look for a place to sit

 

My wife has burned the scrambled eggs

The dog just bit my leg

My teenage daughter ran away

My fine young son has turned out gay

 

Cut off my finger in the

Door of the car

How could I do it?

 

My wife is proud to tell me

Of her love affairs

How could she do this to me?

 

 

My wife has burned the scrambled eggs

The dog just bit my leg

My teenage daughter ran away

My fine young son has turned out gay

And it would be okay on any other day

And it would be okay on any other day

 

Throw down the morning papers

And spill my tea

I don’t know what’s wrong with me

 

The cups and plates are in a

conspiracy

I’m covered with misery

 

 

My wife has burned the scrambled eggs

The dog just bit my leg

My teenage daughter ran away

My fine young son has turned out gay

And it would be okay on any other day

And it would be okay on any other day

 

Recorded by The Police

Author: Stuart Copeland

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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