On Any Other Day

Play in the standard reggae-esque Police rhythm.

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On Any Other Day by The Police

Theres a house on my street, and it looks real neat.

I'm the chap who lives in it.

Theres a tree on the sidewalk, theres a car by the door.

I'll go for a drive in it.

And when the wombat (??) comes, he will find me gone.

He'll look for a place to sit.

Chorus I:

My wife has burned the scrambled eggs.

The dog's just bit my leg.

My teen-aged daughter ran away.

My fine young son has turned out gay.

Cut up my fingers in the door of my car.

How could I do it?

My wife is proud to tell me of her love affairs.

How could she do this to me?

Chorus I

Chorus II:

And it would be OK on any other day. X2

Throw down the morning papers, and spill my tea.

I don't know whats wrong with me.

The cups and plates are in a conspiracy.

I'm covered in misery.

Chorus I

Chorus II X4 (w/ Chipmunk-like voice: "Happy birthday dear daddy")

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Sacha Michel Mallais sacha@global-village.net

http://www.global-village.net/sacha

The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.