Seven in the morning when I crawled out of bed One of those days when I wish I was dead When I feel like hell and I'm already (?) (?) I don't want to be friendly, I don't want to be nice I just want to be alone so get out of my life You're getting on my nerves, baby, pushing your luck Don't call, don't phone 'cause I don't want to talk God, what a drag when it's one of those days Nothing you can do, no, nothing you can say Ain't your fault that you got no friends (that's right) Must have got up on the wrong side of bed (that's right) That's right, that's right, oh yeah, that's right And you know, it just don't get any better Sometimes you crawl out of bed And you feel like a son of a bitch I can't be a lady, I can be so sweet I can be a little angel and even say please But sometimes, God, I just wake up mean I can really be a bitch, I can really be obscene If you're looking for a lady you're in the wrong place If you're looking for a bitch look right in my face One of those days I should get back in bed Close the door, kill the lights and cover my head God, what a drag when it's one of those days Nothing you can do, no, nothing you can say Ain't your fault that you got no friends (that's right) Must have got up on the wrong side of bed (that's right) That's right, that's right, oh yeah, that's right And you know, it just don't get any better Sometimes you crawl out of bed And you feel like a son of a bitch God, what a drag when it's one of those days Nothing you can do, no, nothing you can say Ain't your fault that you got no friends Must have got up on the wrong side of bed That's right, that's right, oh yeah, that's right And you know, it just don't get any better Sometimes you crawl out of bed And you feel like a son of a Like a son of a bitch