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