[Originally by Elvis Costello]      Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired you can   Have anyone that you have ever desired,   all you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why, welcome to the working week   Oh, I know I don't thrill you, I hope I don't kill you, welcome to the working week   You gotta do it till you're through it so you better get to it      All of your family had to kill to survive   And they're still waiting for their big day to arrivebut if they knew how I felt   They'd bury me alive      Welcome to the working week   Oh, I know I don't thrill you, I hope I don't kill you, welcome to the working week   You gotta do it till you're through it so you better get to it      I hear you sayin "hey, the city's alright" when you only read about it in books   Spend all your money gettin' so convinced that you never even bother to look      Sometimes I wonder if we're living in the same land   Why'd you wanna be my friend when I   Feel like a juggler running   Out of hands?      Welcome to the working week [x2]