Rolling Days

[Verse 1]
Smells like a disease
In the room where I must sleep
The sheets are brown and fleece and make me
Sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
Who could love this mess?
Who could love this dirty dress?
Faded eyes, a hopeless case of
Work it out, work it out, work it out
Better work it out, work it out, work it out

[Chorus]
Just another one of those rolling days where half the town is high
Just another spring then summer gone
This summer where was I?
I wait now for the last call and the time when you'll arrive
Waiting for the prize

[Verse 2]
Homely soft-sheet chicks with childbearing hips
Where has all the glamour gone?
It never was, never was, never was
Is it really what you want?
A bag of bones, no blood
Seems that all the betrothed folks are
Homely girls, lovely girls, homely girls
Lovely girls, homely girls, lovely girls

[Chorus]
Just another one of those rolling days where half the town is high
Just another spring then summer gone
This summer where was I?
I wait for the last call and the time when you'll arrive
Waiting for the prize
Better work it out, work it out, work it out
Better work it out, work it out, work it out

[Outro]
La-la-da-da