Sick Day Lyrics by Fountains Of Wayne
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Check out the girl in the harbor tunnel
Crawling to work six feet under
And the day has barely begun
They're all chewing gum
And laughing at the voice on the crackling radio station
Lead us not into Penn station
'Cause the best part's just begun
We're all becoming once again

And she's making the scene
With the coffee and cream
And the copy machine's not working
She's a hell of a girl
She's alone in the world
And she likes to say "Hey good looking"
She's on her way
She's taking a sick day soon

And here is the man pushing paper past her
Thinks up ways to make the day go faster
But the day goes on and on
He dreams of his lawn
And all about the pretty careerist the next cube over
The fat secretary, the lunchtime lover
Till the path train finally comes
The platform's full of bums again

And she's making the scene
With the coffee and cream
And the coffee machine's not working
She's a hell of a girl
She's alone in the world
And she likes to say "Hey good looking"
She's on her way
She's taking a sick day soon

And she's taking her time
As she's tossing a dime
At the man in the cardboard coffin
It doesn't have to be fine
She's ahead of the line
Doesn't have to be here too often
She's making a play
She's taking a sick day soon
Check out the girl in the harbor tunnel   Crawling to work six feet under   And the day has barely begun   They're all chewing gum   And laughing at the voice on the crackling radio station   Lead us not into Penn station   'Cause the best part's just begun   We're all becoming once again      And she's making the scene   With the coffee and cream   And the copy machine's not working   She's a hell of a girl   She's alone in the world   And she likes to say "Hey good looking"   She's on her way   She's taking a sick day soon      And here is the man pushing paper past her   Thinks up ways to make the day go faster   But the day goes on and on   He dreams of his lawn   And all about the pretty careerist the next cube over   The fat secretary, the lunchtime lover   Till the path train finally comes   The platform's full of bums again      And she's making the scene   With the coffee and cream   And the coffee machine's not working   She's a hell of a girl   She's alone in the world   And she likes to say "Hey good looking"   She's on her way   She's taking a sick day soon      And she's taking her time   As she's tossing a dime   At the man in the cardboard coffin   It doesn't have to be fine   She's ahead of the line   Doesn't have to be here too often   She's making a play   She's taking a sick day soon