The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Tracy Had a Hard Day Sunday

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People are paper mache
People and the games they play
I’m going off on a fantastic voyage
And I won’t let anything bother me
We’ll be too happy to worry
Living from day to day
All my friends are beautiful people
People are paper mache
People and the things they say
And I get hurt so easily
If Tracy wants to know I’ve gone
Before I left I paid all her bills
I finally couldn’t take it anymore
I’m tired of telling her speed kills
Tracy had a hard day Sunday
She had to be herself
And no one else
Tracy had a hard day Sunday
Oh yeah
Her parents came to town to visit
She cleaned out her medicine chest
She vacuumed the sofa and all the rest
Acting so prim and proper
Taking the money they had to offer
Smiling when they finally went away
People are paper mache
She lit her candle at both ends
And started flipping out on Monday
There’s not another boy in town
That she can go on through
There’s not another kick that’s new
Mirror, mirror on the wall
She’s has a very long way to fall
I tried to help her but she wouldn’t listen
Tracy had a hard day Sunday
She had to be herself
And no one else
Tracy had a hard day Sunday
Oh yeah