Текст песни Sting and Police - On Any Other Day
Sting and Police - On Any Other Day слова песни
Written by Stewart CopelandThe other ones are complete bullshitYou want something corny?You got itThere`s a house on my streetAnd it looks real neatI`m the chap who lives in itThere`s a tree on the sidewalkThere`s a car by the doorI`ll go for a drive in itAnd when the wombat comesHe will find me goneHe`ll look for a place to sitMy wife has burned the scrambled eggsThe dog just bit my legMy teenage daughter ran awayMy fine young son has turned out gayCut off my fingers in the door of my carHow could I do it?My wife is proud to tell meOf her love affairsHow could she do this to me?My wife has burned the scrambled eggsThe dog just bit my legMy teenage daughter ran awayMy fine young son has turned out gayAnd it would be O.K. on any other dayAnd it would be O.K. on any other dayThrow down the morning papersAnd spill my teaI don`t know what`s wrong with meThe cups and plates are in a conspiracyI`m covered in miseryMy wife has burned the scrambled eggsThe dog just bit my legMy teenage daughter ran awayMy fine young son has turned out gayAnd it would be O.K. on any other dayAnd it would be O.K. on any other dayAnd it would be O.K. on any other dayAnd it would be O.K. on any other day