Welcome to the Working Week - Elvis Costello

Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired

And you can have anyone that you have ever desired

All you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why?

Oh, I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you

You gotta do it till you're through, so you better get to it

All of your family had to kill to survive

And they're still waitin' for their big day to arrive

But if they knew how I felt, they'd bury me alive

Oh, I know it don't thrill you, I hope it don't kill you

You gotta do it till you're through, so you better get to it

I hear you sayin', "Hey, the city's alright"

When you only read about it in books

Spend all your money gettin' so convinced

That you never even bother to look

Sometimes I wonder if we're livin' in the same land

Why d'you wanna be my friend

When I feel like a juggler running out of hands?

Oh, welcome to the working week