Detroit Marcella - Sunday lyrics

Well, there's a word for stress It's called s**-sess All this work and no play Could make anybody a physical wreck Well, i'll be checkin' out Next time it comes around You can call me anytime But don't be surprised if i don't wanna hear it On a sunday 'Cause that's the one day i can Have a gin and tonic iv Become one with my settee Contemplate my navel or just breathe La, la, la, la la la la..... A million bombs could fall They could burn down the mall But when i've made my mind up I just got to get away from it all When i start growing hair On things that were'nt there I know it's time to stop My head will pop if i have to hear it On a sunday 'Cause every other day I've worked so hard i've needed a clone Feel like i had a shot of testosterone Just wanna vegetate and blow up the phone La, la, la, la la la la la