Screeching Weasel - I Hate Your Guts On Sunday lyrics

I hate your guts on Sunday

no other day of the week

I hate your guts on Sunday

but Monday morning you look so sweet

I hate your guts on Sunday

and I'm not even sure why

'cause I love your guts on Friday night

You gotta go work while I stay here

just sitting and scratching in my underwear

Hating you on Sunday really only means I care

I hate your guts on Sunday

and I don't know what to do

Monday's the catalyst for readjusting my attitude

I hate your guts on Sunday

I hate my own guts as well

but every other day I think you're swell

Sunday always feels like a funeral

like setting the alarm to be on time for school

But don't sweat and don't forget

that every other day I think you're totally cool