Leaning over through the door
I've had enough now to realize
It won't take much more
To turn around again

So this record has the songs
That you've been aching to hear tonight
And your bomb is gonna drop

But my car won't start i don't know what to do
And the last thing that i want is to burden you

I guess we'll push it to monday
Push it to monday

So you don't want to be poor
I've had enough now to empathize
It won't take much more
To turn around again

We'll start knocking door to door
And rattle up all the yuppie types
And sell them what's more

But my car won't start i don't know what to do
And the last thing that i want is to burden you

I guess we'll push it to monday
Push it to monday

It's time to get out
And let the summer sky
Turn on the light

It's time to get out
And let the summer sky
Turn