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I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at home
I left the office in a flash on Friday
Threw my boots in the car
Cashed my pay cheque & headed for the country
To sleep underneath the stars
I drove all day Saturday and right into the evenin' 'till there were no more city lights
Those broken lines were gettin' blurry through my windscreen
Well I guess I drove all night
Then Sunday mornin' found me rollin' into sunrise
With my fuel gauge dead
I pulled into fill up, found the place deserted and a little sign that read...
All I could do is call up a tow truck
To take me further down the road
I fumbled round & round for some change in my pocket,
walked fifteen minutes to the phone
There in the phone book I found a business ad-vert, saying "Use Us Instead"
I dialed the number and a tape recorder answered and it politely said...
I finally got back home and it took forever
Then at work the next day
"Hey the boss said he wants to see you in his office right away"
He told me just how far behind the work was getting
And on the weekend could I stay
I started laughin' and said 'You must be kiddin'
I just got one thing to say...you know what I said...
REPEAT CHORUS 2x
I'm quite entitled to one day,
to spend with my family at home