The coolest thing about living by oneself, is the ability to sing to one’s self as often and loud as one feels, in lyrics similar or equal in quality to these:
Work Work Work, I don’t mind work,
But I can’t think about it on the weeeekends.
Work Work Work, I don’t mind work,
But I can’t think about it on the weeeekends.
Monday, Tuesday, I can look at my computer
I can hit enter and and apply.
Wednesday and Thursday I sit at my desk
and sigh.
Friday I work hard, print print print.
But Saturday!
And Sunday!
I dance and prance, and sit in a trance.
I don’t have rants, and I visit with my aunts.
These are the days where my troubles are away,
I can sing all day, any words that I say.
But then Monday!
It starts all over as I work.
Work Work Work, I don’t mind work,
But I can’t think about it on the weeeekends.
Work Work Work, I don’t mind work,
But I can’t think about it on the weeeekends.