Sunday: spring has got me so excited   By Tuesday I'm in love, I love that summer buzz   By Thursday all the hands have died   And torn the June leaves from the sky   I just know where this week is heading   Whitechristmassacres I'm dreading   Wash away the week end      What if I could quit all this?   The celebratory drinks   The obligatory wishing wells   I've got a pretty bow to hang myself   It makes me sick I've got the chills   The parents should behave themselves      I know something you don't know so there   It's teeth are sharp like the dinosaur   His balls are so much bigger than yours   Birthday beat myself to death   These bones of mine they need some rest   This here that sleeps is true   See you at the weekend