Letras:Butthole Surfers. Ah Ha.

Here in Monday seems like Friday
Happened just the other day
Tuesday faked for Friday morning
Then it started up again

What would I do Monday's through
Nothing seems to change
Guess I'll have for wait for Friday
Turn into another day
Turn into another day
Turn into another day now

I'm not tired but I got it ready da, da, dao
Get it out that little client da, da, dao

Here or no one how will I be
Doing nothing till tomorrow
Somethin' told me no one called to tell me
Nothin' will be home

Some how could not find the words
Can't be used to tell my story
Guess you'll have to take the risk
'Cause it might be rather boring
Yeah, it might be rather boring
Might be rather boring to you

Could it be an atrofee?
I've never leeze out pholosophysis
Maybe it's I can't recall
Situations solve equation

Perhaps I should be havin' wealth
Many things I can't remember
Let her through the solitude
Yet another lonely winter
Yet another lonely winter
Yet another lonely winter

Half out time I got it right da, da, dao
Get around without little Bryan da, da, dao
Hold me stealin' liver garden da, da, dao
Is it slippin' aren't I dyin' da, da, dao