I Hate Your Guts on Sunday

Lyrics

I hate your guts on Sunday No other day of the week I hate your guts on Sunday But Monday morning you look so sweet I hate your guts on Sunday And I'm not even sure why 'Cause I love your guts on Friday night You gotta go to work while I stay here Just sitting and scratching in my underwear Hating you on Sunday really only means I care I hate your guts on Sunday And I don't know what to do Monday's the catalyst for For readjusting my attitude I hate your guts on Sunday I hate my own guts as well But every other day, I think you're swell Sunday always feels like a funeral Like setting the alarm to be on time for school But don't sweat, and don't forget That every other day, I think you're totally cool I hate your guts (I hate your guts) I hate your guts (I hate your guts) I hate your guts, I hate your guts I hate your guts (I hate your guts) I hate your guts (I hate your guts) I hate your guts, I hate your guts