Bad Days

There are those days when you wake up in the mornin'

And your eyes are all sticky and fogged up

And right from the start you know it's a bad day

Before you even touched your cold milk cup

When you work you feel like playin'

When you play you think of work

You hate doing anythin

And temptations everywhere lurk

And finally when you get outta there

To give yourself some rest

You can't help thinkin of the work on your desk

And feel guilty bout your break.