Tytuł: On any other day

• Wykonawca: The Police
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There's a house on my street
   It looks real neat
   I'm the chap who lives in it
   There's a tree on the sidewalk
   There's a car by the door
   I'll go for a drive in it
   And when the wombat comes
   He will find me gone
   He'll look for a place to sit
   My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
   The dog just bit my leg
   My teenage daughter ran away
   My fine young son has turned out gay
   Cut up my fingers in the
   Door of my car
   How could I do it?
   My wife is proud to tell me
   Of her love affairs
   How could she do this to me?
   My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
   The dog just bit my leg
   My teenage daughter ran away
   My fine young son has turned out gay
   And it would be OK on any other day
   And it would be OK on any other day
   Throw down the morning papers
   And spill my tea
   I don't know what's wrong with me
   The cups and plates are in a
   Conspiracy
   I'm covered in misery
   My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
   The dog just bit my leg
   My teenage daughter ran away
   My fine young son has turned out gay
   And it would be OK on any other day
   And it would be OK on any other day
   And it would be OK on any other day
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   And it would be OK on any other day
   And it would be OK on any other day
   And it would be OK on any other day