The Police — On Any Other Day lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "On Any Other Day" by The Police.
Lyrics
You got it.
There’s a house on my street
And it looks real neat
I’m the chap who lives in it There’s a tree on the sidewalk
There’s 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
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
Cut off 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?
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be O.K. on any other day
And it would be O.K. on any other day
Throw down the morning papers
And spill my tea
I don’t know what’s wrong with me The cups and plates are in a Conspiracy
I’m covered in misery
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be O.K. on any other day
And it would be O.K. on any other day
And it would be O.K. on any other day