I Hate Your Guts on Sunday

I hate your guts on Sunday

No other day of the week

I hate your guts on Sunday

But Monday morning you look so sweet

I hate your guts on Sunday

And I'm not even sure why

'Cause I love your guts on Friday night

You gotta go work while I stay here

Just sitting and scratching in my underwear

Hating you on Sunday really only means I care

I hate your guts on Sunday

And I don't know what to do

Monday's the catalyst for readjusting my attitude

I hate your guts on Sunday

I hate my own guts as well

But every other day I think you're swell

Sunday always feels like a funeral

Like setting the alarm to be on time for school

But don't sweat and don't forget

That every other day I think you're totally cool

I hate your guts (I hate your guts)

I hate your guts (I hate your guts)

I hate your guts

I hate your guts

I hate your guts (I hate your guts)

I hate your guts (I hate your guts)

I hate your guts

I hate your guts