On Any Other Day

	作曲 : Stewart Copeland
	作词 : Copeland
	Written by stewart copeland
	The other ones are complete bullshit
	You want something corny?
	You got it
	There's a house on my street
	And 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 off 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 o.k. on any other day
	And it would be o.k. 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 o.k. on any other day
	And it would be o.k. on any other day
	And it would be o.k. on any other day
	And it would be o.k. on any other day

	zuò qǔ : Stewart Copeland
	zuò cí : Copeland
	Written by stewart copeland
	The other ones are complete bullshit
	You want something corny?
	You got it
	There' s a house on my street
	And 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 off 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 o. k. on any other day
	And it would be o. k. 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 o. k. on any other day
	And it would be o. k. on any other day
	And it would be o. k. on any other day
	And it would be o. k. on any other day