I Hate Your Guts On Sunday (Ben Weasel) 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 sweetI 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