I wanna be a field day for the Sundays
So they can fuck up my life
Embarrass my wife
And leave a bad taste
That stripped toothpaste
Can't remove on Monday mornings
I wanna be a target for the dailies so they can show
Pictures of me
With a nude on page three
So lacking in taste
Touched up in the waist
Looking as limb as Monday morning
Writer(s): Colin John Newman, Robert Selwyn Gotobed, Graham Lewis, Bruce Clifford Gilbert
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