Early Monday morning
I've gotta got to work
But I'm not feeling it
My head really hurts
Call up the boss man
Whose such a fricking jerk
Tell the stupid asshole
I won't be in for work
Hello Mr Cockrin
Cough, cough
I'm not feeling too well
I won't be coming in today
Get out of bed
Open up the curtain
A clear blue sky
And the sun is shining
Half passed eleven
My girlfriend comes over
And we head off
For the white cliffs of Dover
Sick and tired of waiting
In rush hour traffic
Sitting on the freeway
I'm just not feeling it
I can't handle
Another day at work
I need a vacation
Before I go berserk
I'm not feeling it
I'm not feeling it
Just not feeling it
No...not feeling it
Standing on the cliff tops
Looking out to sea
Eating fish and chips
And feeling like I'm free
If I'd gone to work
I'd be in the canteen
Drinking cups of tea
Eating backed beans
Cold tea and bake beans
Urrr yuk
I'm just not feeling it
How can I work
On a day like this
Watching my life
Slip through my finger tips
You only live once
And just for a minute
So take a look around
Before you kick the bucket