Well, there's a word for stress  It's called suck-sess  All this work and no play  Could make anybody a physical wreck  Well, i'll be checkin' out  Next time it comes around  You can call me anytime  But don't be surprised if i don't wanna hear it    On a sunday  'Cause that's the one day i can  Have a gin and tonic iv  Become one with my settee  Contemplate my navel or just breathe  La, la, la, la la la la.....    A million bombs could fall  They could burn down the mall  But when i've made my mind up  I just got to get away from it all  When i start growing hair  On things that were'nt there  I know it's time to stop  My head will pop if i have to hear it      On a sunday  'Cause every other day  I've worked so hard i've needed a clone  Feel like i had a shot of testosterone  Just wanna vegetate and blow up the phone  La, la, la, la la la la la    Not on a sunday  'Cause that's the one day i can  Get undressed with nowhere to go  Brush up on my greta garbo  Get in contact with my alter ego  La, la, la, la la la la  Just one day please  To be careless and free  Before i go crazy..........