Nectarine Girl - Sunday

{Verse 1}
I got my back rolled to the hospital
They told me I was dying
I think they just have nothing better to do
Other than waiting and prescribing
Now I dress like I'm always at a funeral
Better be ready than denying

{Chorus}
'Cause Friday I'll be clean
Saturday in between, and
Sunday I'll be dirty and in need of washing
Friday I am clean
Saturday in between, and
Sunday I'll be dirty and in need of washing
Ha, ah, ah, ah

{Verse 2}
They let me play my favourite fitting game
To keep me busy in the waiting room
Glanced at the paper where they took down my name, mmm
The doctor knows that he's been liеd to
Am I in trouble with you?
Nervous 'cause I know that it's truе

{Chorus}
Friday I'll be clean
Saturday in between, and
Sunday I'll be dirty and in need of washing
Friday I am clean
Saturday in between, and
Sunday I'll be dirty and in need of washing
Haaaaah
(Heeeey)