Hep, Hep
Pick it up, pick em up, pick em up, stick em up, put em up now
Strike
One, two, one, two, three, four
The long and windy road is where I get most tread
Alarm clocks going off I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
I know you know, a little off tempo
Sometimes life blows oh yea
Either way I see it there's a black cloud over my head
And I don't like the way that things are going
I can't help but to do some bitchin' and moaning
Monkey wrenches is what life's throwing
I'm always reaping but I'm never sewing
That's why the wrong side of the bed that is where I'm going
The wrong side of the bed that is where I'm sewn in
The wrong side of the bed is where I feel at home in
The wrong side of the bed is where I'm going
Life's a traffic jam when all the lights are red
My glass it seems half empty, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
If I could I would, carry a rabbits foot
Turn my bad luck good oh yea
But either way I see it there's a black cloud over my head
And I don't like the way that things are going
I can't help but to do some bitchin' and moaning
Monkey wrenches is what life's throwing
I'm always reaping but I'm never sewing
That's why the wrong side of the bed that is where I'm going
The wrong side of the bed that is where I'm sewn in
The wrong side of the bed is where I feel at home in
The wrong side of the bed is where I'm going