A Good Day Is Hard to Find
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On a Monday, I get up at six
That's a.m. for you, drunks
In bed before 9:30
And that's p.m. for you, punks
And all of us drink Trappist ale
But wish the life of monks
And a good day these days is hard to find
We're the crow on airport runway
Our fate already decided
As the marksman in the watchtower
Complains it's too one-sided
When Tuesday comes, us hopeless bums
Feel already derided
And a good day, these days is hard to find
A good day these days
Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
Full of backhanded compliments
And the faintest of praise
The pubs will all re-open
And the streets will all be lined
When one of us
A good day we may find
But when Wednesday comes and middle week
Surrounded either side
Where optimism and pessimism
Every week collide
Halfway 'tween the paddle boat
And the wake of Golden Hind
And a good day, these days is hard to find
And the optimist and pessimist
Are playing on the swings
The optimist swings high and says
"Let's see what Thursday brings"
The pessimist jumps off and says
"If God had meant us wings"
And a good day, these days is hard to find
A good day these days
Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
Full of backhanded compliments
And the faintest of praise
The pubs will all re-open
And the streets will be all be lined
When one of us
A good day we may find
Fridays and Saturdays
Are greeted like old friend
But every single minute
On a weekend that you spend
Staring at Old Father Time
Wondering when will it ever end
Down a long and winding road
That's badly signed
A good day, these days is hard to find
A good day these days
Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
Full of backhanded compliments
And the faintest of praise
The pubs will all re-open
And the streets will be all be lined
When one of us
A good day we may find
That's a.m. for you, drunks
In bed before 9:30
And that's p.m. for you, punks
And all of us drink Trappist ale
But wish the life of monks
And a good day these days is hard to find
We're the crow on airport runway
Our fate already decided
As the marksman in the watchtower
Complains it's too one-sided
When Tuesday comes, us hopeless bums
Feel already derided
And a good day, these days is hard to find
A good day these days
Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
Full of backhanded compliments
And the faintest of praise
The pubs will all re-open
And the streets will all be lined
When one of us
A good day we may find
But when Wednesday comes and middle week
Surrounded either side
Where optimism and pessimism
Every week collide
Halfway 'tween the paddle boat
And the wake of Golden Hind
And a good day, these days is hard to find
And the optimist and pessimist
Are playing on the swings
The optimist swings high and says
"Let's see what Thursday brings"
The pessimist jumps off and says
"If God had meant us wings"
And a good day, these days is hard to find
A good day these days
Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
Full of backhanded compliments
And the faintest of praise
The pubs will all re-open
And the streets will be all be lined
When one of us
A good day we may find
Fridays and Saturdays
Are greeted like old friend
But every single minute
On a weekend that you spend
Staring at Old Father Time
Wondering when will it ever end
Down a long and winding road
That's badly signed
A good day, these days is hard to find
A good day these days
Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
Full of backhanded compliments
And the faintest of praise
The pubs will all re-open
And the streets will be all be lined
When one of us
A good day we may find
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.27] On a Monday, I get up at six
[00:22.07] That's a.m. for you, drunks
[00:25.14] In bed before 9:30
[00:27.87] And that's p.m. for you, punks
[00:31.67] And all of us drink Trappist ale
[00:34.68] But wish the life of monks
[00:37.64] And a good day these days is hard to find
[00:43.73] We're the crow on airport runway
[00:47.28] Our fate already decided
[00:50.16] As the marksman in the watchtower
[00:53.82] Complains it's too one-sided
[00:56.67] When Tuesday comes, us hopeless bums
[00:59.72] Feel already derided
[01:02.86] And a good day, these days is hard to find
[01:09.40] A good day these days
[01:11.77] Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
[01:15.34] Full of backhanded compliments
[01:18.56] And the faintest of praise
[01:22.16] The pubs will all re-open
[01:24.31] And the streets will all be lined
[01:28.39] When one of us
[01:30.03] A good day we may find
[01:37.42] But when Wednesday comes and middle week
[01:41.07] Surrounded either side
[01:44.12] Where optimism and pessimism
[01:47.23] Every week collide
[01:50.64] Halfway 'tween the paddle boat
[01:53.43] And the wake of Golden Hind
[01:56.69] And a good day, these days is hard to find
[02:02.99] And the optimist and pessimist
[02:06.29] Are playing on the swings
[02:09.36] The optimist swings high and says
[02:12.47] "Let's see what Thursday brings"
[02:15.53] The pessimist jumps off and says
[02:18.64] "If God had meant us wings"
[02:21.74] And a good day, these days is hard to find
[02:28.52] A good day these days
[02:30.68] Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
[02:34.38] Full of backhanded compliments
[02:37.41] And the faintest of praise
[02:41.04] The pubs will all re-open
[02:43.40] And the streets will be all be lined
[02:47.37] When one of us
[02:48.86] A good day we may find
[02:51.95]
[03:06.37] Fridays and Saturdays
[03:09.37] Are greeted like old friend
[03:12.73] But every single minute
[03:15.00] On a weekend that you spend
[03:18.93] Staring at Old Father Time
[03:21.80] Wondering when will it ever end
[03:25.12] Down a long and winding road
[03:27.43] That's badly signed
[03:31.74] A good day, these days is hard to find
[03:37.84] A good day these days
[03:40.31] Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
[03:43.86] Full of backhanded compliments
[03:46.78] And the faintest of praise
[03:50.36] The pubs will all re-open
[03:52.69] And the streets will be all be lined
[03:56.67] When one of us
[03:58.35] A good day we may find
[04:03.38]
[00:22.07] That's a.m. for you, drunks
[00:25.14] In bed before 9:30
[00:27.87] And that's p.m. for you, punks
[00:31.67] And all of us drink Trappist ale
[00:34.68] But wish the life of monks
[00:37.64] And a good day these days is hard to find
[00:43.73] We're the crow on airport runway
[00:47.28] Our fate already decided
[00:50.16] As the marksman in the watchtower
[00:53.82] Complains it's too one-sided
[00:56.67] When Tuesday comes, us hopeless bums
[00:59.72] Feel already derided
[01:02.86] And a good day, these days is hard to find
[01:09.40] A good day these days
[01:11.77] Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
[01:15.34] Full of backhanded compliments
[01:18.56] And the faintest of praise
[01:22.16] The pubs will all re-open
[01:24.31] And the streets will all be lined
[01:28.39] When one of us
[01:30.03] A good day we may find
[01:37.42] But when Wednesday comes and middle week
[01:41.07] Surrounded either side
[01:44.12] Where optimism and pessimism
[01:47.23] Every week collide
[01:50.64] Halfway 'tween the paddle boat
[01:53.43] And the wake of Golden Hind
[01:56.69] And a good day, these days is hard to find
[02:02.99] And the optimist and pessimist
[02:06.29] Are playing on the swings
[02:09.36] The optimist swings high and says
[02:12.47] "Let's see what Thursday brings"
[02:15.53] The pessimist jumps off and says
[02:18.64] "If God had meant us wings"
[02:21.74] And a good day, these days is hard to find
[02:28.52] A good day these days
[02:30.68] Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
[02:34.38] Full of backhanded compliments
[02:37.41] And the faintest of praise
[02:41.04] The pubs will all re-open
[02:43.40] And the streets will be all be lined
[02:47.37] When one of us
[02:48.86] A good day we may find
[02:51.95]
[03:06.37] Fridays and Saturdays
[03:09.37] Are greeted like old friend
[03:12.73] But every single minute
[03:15.00] On a weekend that you spend
[03:18.93] Staring at Old Father Time
[03:21.80] Wondering when will it ever end
[03:25.12] Down a long and winding road
[03:27.43] That's badly signed
[03:31.74] A good day, these days is hard to find
[03:37.84] A good day these days
[03:40.31] Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
[03:43.86] Full of backhanded compliments
[03:46.78] And the faintest of praise
[03:50.36] The pubs will all re-open
[03:52.69] And the streets will be all be lined
[03:56.67] When one of us
[03:58.35] A good day we may find
[04:03.38]