| Song | Tracy Had a Hard Day Sunday |
| Artist | The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band |
| Album | Vol. 2 |
| 作词 : B Markley/S. Harris | |
| 作曲 : B Markley/S. Harris | |
| People are papier mache | |
| People and the games they play | |
| I'm going off on a fantastic voyage | |
| And I won't let anything bother me | |
| We'll be too happy to worry | |
| Living from day to day | |
| All my friends are beautiful people | |
| People are paiper mache | |
| People and the things they say | |
| And I get hurt so easily | |
| If Tracy wants to know I've gone | |
| Before I left I paid all her bills | |
| I finally couldn't take it anymore. | |
| I'm tired of telling her speakhills? | |
| Tracy had a hard day Sunday | |
| She had to be herself | |
| And no one else | |
| Tracy had a hard day Sunday | |
| Oh yeah. | |
| Her parents came to town to visit | |
| She cleaned out her medicine chest | |
| She vacuumed the sofa and all the rest | |
| Everything's so prim and proper | |
| They got no money they had to offer | |
| Smiling when they finally went away | |
| People are papier mache | |
| She lit her candle and the fans | |
| And started flipping out on Monday | |
| There's not another boy in town | |
| That she can go on through | |
| There's not another kid that's new | |
| Mirror, mirror on the wall | |
| she's has a very long way to fall | |
| I tried to help her but she wouldn't listen | |
| Tracy had a hard day Sunday | |
| She had to be herself | |
| And no one else | |
| Tracy had a hard day Sunday | |
| Oh yeah. |
| zuò cí : B Markley S. Harris | |
| zuò qǔ : B Markley S. Harris | |
| People are papier mache | |
| People and the games they play | |
| I' m going off on a fantastic voyage | |
| And I won' t let anything bother me | |
| We' ll be too happy to worry | |
| Living from day to day | |
| All my friends are beautiful people | |
| People are paiper mache | |
| People and the things they say | |
| And I get hurt so easily | |
| If Tracy wants to know I' ve gone | |
| Before I left I paid all her bills | |
| I finally couldn' t take it anymore. | |
| I' m tired of telling her speakhills? | |
| Tracy had a hard day Sunday | |
| She had to be herself | |
| And no one else | |
| Tracy had a hard day Sunday | |
| Oh yeah. | |
| Her parents came to town to visit | |
| She cleaned out her medicine chest | |
| She vacuumed the sofa and all the rest | |
| Everything' s so prim and proper | |
| They got no money they had to offer | |
| Smiling when they finally went away | |
| People are papier mache | |
| She lit her candle and the fans | |
| And started flipping out on Monday | |
| There' s not another boy in town | |
| That she can go on through | |
| There' s not another kid that' s new | |
| Mirror, mirror on the wall | |
| she' s has a very long way to fall | |
| I tried to help her but she wouldn' t listen | |
| Tracy had a hard day Sunday | |
| She had to be herself | |
| And no one else | |
| Tracy had a hard day Sunday | |
| Oh yeah. |