What day is this so I can sing   The kind of day you start recycling   You feel so good you could explode   Or stand around out by the road      Sometimes it makes me sick   I'd rather puke   Or get poked with a stick   Than see your face      Sometimes it makes me sick   I'd rather puke   Or get poked with a stick   Than see your face      Then I think of the decision I made   That makes me happy all over again   Just like birds to the sky and fish to the sea   I'm as happy as can be      Sometimes it makes me sick   I'd rather puke   Or get poked with a stick   Than see your face      Sometimes it makes me sick   I'd rather puke   Or get poked with a stick   Than see your face      Sometimes it makes me sick   I'd rather puke   Or get poked with a stick   Than see your face      Sometimes it makes me sick   I'd rather puke   Or get poked with a stick   Than see your face