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I can't do anything today I'm falling apart I'm sawdust in a sandpaper suit And the terrible terrible terrible thing Is the weekly laundry run If you can cope in this hopeless hepatitis piss-rag Molotov cocktail mono brow shithole baby Then you can cope anywhere at all But Holly worked the weekend and the weekend worked for Holly Holly worked the weekend and the weekend worked for Holly Holly worked the weekend, Holly worked the weekend Holly worked the Holly worked the Holly worked the weekend Holly worked the weekend and the weekend worked for Holly Holly worked the weekend and the weekend worked for Holly Holly worked the weekend, Holly worked the weekend Holly! I must be leveling today I'm totally sold There ain't no fool in getting old And the terrible, terrible, terrible thing Is we knew it all along If you can cope in this hopeless hepatitis piss-rag Molotov cocktail mono brow shithole baby Then you can cope anywhere at all But Holly worked the weekend and the weekend worked for Holly Holly worked the weekend and the weekend worked for Holly Holly worked the weekend, Holly worked the weekend Holly worked the Holly worked the Holly worked the weekend Holly worked the weekend and the weekend worked for Holly Holly worked the weekend and the weekend worked for Holly Holly worked the weekend, Holly worked the weekend Holly!