| I’ve got a pain in my head
|
| And the infection has spread
|
| It’s working onto my toes
|
| I wanna spend my summer clothes
|
| And there’s a liquid on the floor
|
| And it’s the liquid I adore
|
| It’s got me crawlin' 'round for more
|
| Because it’s
|
| Just another day in the sun
|
| Just another day in the sun
|
| Just another day in the sun
|
| Just another day in the sun
|
| And there’s our favorite in the sand
|
| I guess it must have been a man
|
| I think I’d listen to the bough
|
| And maybe stay there for right now
|
| And there’s a victim on the floor
|
| And she’s a victim I adore
|
| But I can’t help being bored
|
| And so I spend a little time (Little time)
|
| Taking photographs and drinking shitty wine (Shitty wine)
|
| Just relaxing in the shape beneath the vines (Of the vines)
|
| Slowly dozing to the sound of «My, oh my!» |
| (My, oh my)
|
| Then I make it closer, closer to the sea (To the sea)
|
| It annoys me when a plastic’s built like me (Built like me)
|
| And it’s sickness, baby
|
| Just another day in the sun
|
| Just another day in the sun
|
| Just another day in the sun
|
| Just another day in the sun |