Ten fifty, three minutes till, till eleven   I don't want the alarm again   Nine thirty, three minutes till   On the way to work, not smiling      I know, time to go to punch my card in   Today, just another day at eleven   Gotta have so much to tidy up   Too much too soon      (I wan' a day)   Where I don't have to get up   Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut   (I wan' a day)   Where I don't have to go to work   This low life job makes me feel like a jerk      So dirty, burnt fingers to the bone   Not fair to be left in this job all alone   No help, no, no credit for making sure   This evil machine doesn't stop      I know time to go to punch my card in   Today, just another day at eleven   Gotta so much to tidy up   Too much too soon      (I wan' a day)   Where I don't have to get up   Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut   (I wan' a day)   Where I don't have to go to work   This low life job makes me feel like a jerk      Am I going to spend   Every day of my life livin' this way?   (No way)   (Yeah)      (I wan' a day)   Where I don't have to get up   Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut   (I wan' a day)   Where I don't have to go to work   This low life job makes me feel like a jerk      (I wan' a day)   Where I don't have to get up   Sometimes I'm sick of being in a rut   (I wan' a day)   Where I don't have to go to work   This low life job makes me feel like a jerk