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