Every Day
Bad Religion
Well I'm coming home to gypsy I never thought it'd be so cruel
Her big sweet eyes and body are enough to make me drool
And when she wraps her arms around me, I just want to melt inside
And then she whispers in my ear, boy, I tell ya what she really likes
But don't be deceived by my wife
Now I'm stuck here all the time, it's a lonely life
Yeah, and every day, every day, every day, it's just the same
Every day, every way, and every day, it's the same old game
Every day, and every day, and every day, it's just the same
Every day, every day, every day, it's the same old game
Well next week there's an auction for everybody in the town
And gypsy's got the best hand, smoothest fingers all around
I'll put her up for auction, and then be free once more
I'll have her bags awaiting on the steps next to the door
But don't be deceived by my wife
Yeah, I'm stuck here all the time; it's a lonely life
Yeah, and every day, every day, and every day, it's just the same
Every day, every way, and every day, it's the same old game
Every day, every day, every day, it's just the same
Every day, every day, every day, it's the same old thing
Every day, every day, every day, it's just the same
Every day, every way, every day, it's the same old game
And every day, and every day, and every day, and every day