Tracy Had a Hard Day Sunday

People are paper mache

People and the games they play

I'm going off on a fantastic voyage

And I won't let anything bother me

We'll be too happy to worry

Living from day to day

All my friends are beautiful people

People are paper mache

People and the things they say

And I get hurt so easily

If Tracy wants to know I've gone

Before I left I paid all her bills

I finally couldn't take it anymore.

I'm tired of telling her speed kills

Tracy had a hard day Sunday

She had to be herself

And no one else

Tracy had a hard day Sunday

Oh yeah.

Her parents came to town to visit

She cleaned out her medicine chest

She vacuumed the sofa and all the rest

Acting so prim and proper

Taking the money they had to offer

Smiling when they finally went away

People are paper mache

She lit her candle at both ends

And started flipping out on Monday

There's not another boy in town

That she can go on through

There's not another kick that's new

Mirror, mirror on the wall

she's has a very long way to fall

I tried to help her but she wouldn't listen

Tracy had a hard day Sunday

She had to be herself

And no one else

Tracy had a hard day Sunday

Oh yeah.