a day in the life has passed and now you'll have to be
the man she always wanted, but no, you'll never be
but she's keeping the faith - crossing her fingers and legs
she's setting the plates - she's hoping for dinner guests
so I say to the angry mob, it's a hard job

you're pulling her arm, catching the seeds as they swarm
these traveling myths, oh, do they really exist?
you punch holes in empty jars, the traffic stops, you're standing on the car
maybe there are two beds where there used to one
"Reader's Digest" and "A Raisin in the Sun"
so I say to the angry mob, it's a hard job

maybe there are two hearts where there used to be one
now just cross words and some silly puns
so I say to the angry mob, it's a hard job