Standard (EADGBE)

 Now that your picture's in the paper bein' rythmic'lly admired

 And you can have anyone that you have ever desired,

All you gotta tell me now is why, why, why why.

Welcome to the working week.

 Oh, I know it don't thrill you.

 I hope it don't kill you.

Welcome to the working week.

 You gotta do it till you're through it so you better get to it.

All of your fam'ly had to kill to survive,

And they're still waitin' for their big day to arrive.

 But if they knew how I felt, they'd bury me alive.

Welcome to the working week.

 Oh, I know it don't thrill you.

 I hope it don't kill you.

Welcome to the working week.

 You gotta do it till you're through it so you better get to it.

I hear you sayin', "Hey, the city's all right,"

 When you only read about it in books.

Spend all your money gettin' so convinced

 That you never even bother to look

Sometimes I wonder if we're livin' in the same land.

 Why d'you wanna be my friend

 When I feel like a juggler runnin' outta hands?

Welcome to the working week,

Oh ah, welcome to the working week.

The first verse hit the chords once each and let's them ring-- the first

chorus and after the chords are struck once on the first downbeat followed

by two half beats (a "one and two" syncopated count if you wasted

years as a high-school band-nazi)

Welcome to the Working Week- Elvis Costello

Verse

(tacit until picture)

 Now that your picture?s in the paper bein' publicly admired

 You can have anyone

 That you have ever desired

 All you gotta do is tell me why, why, why, why...

Chorus

 Welcome to the workin' week

 Oh, I know it don?t thrill you

 I hope it don't kill you

 Welcome to the workin' week

 You gotta do it 'til you do it

 So you'd better get to it

Verse 2

Not like your family had to kill to survive

They're still waitin' for their

Big day to arrive

If they knew how I felt

They'd bury me alive

Chorus

Bridge

 I hear you sayin' that the city?s all right

 But you've only read about it in books

 Spent all your money gettin' so convinced

 That you never even bothered to learn

Verse 3

Not like we're even livin' in the same land

Why you want to be my friend

When I'm actin' like a juggler

Runnin' outta hands

 Welcome to the workin' week

 Well now, welcome to the workin' week