| I been up, honey, all night long | 
| It felt right, now it feel wrong | 
| I just wanna feed my misery | 
| The _Boston Globe_ and some black coffee | 
| I don’t wanna have a nice day | 
| And I wish that you wouldn’t say | 
| That to me, not that-a-way | 
| I don’t wanna have a nice day | 
| I think that somebody unscrewed my head | 
| I know I look just like an unmade bed | 
| But y’know when I feel this way | 
| What it is is a-what I say. | 
| And | 
| I can remember a little restaurant, you know | 
| Somewhere down around Chicago | 
| She threw that Whopper right in my face | 
| And then she said, «Have a nice day.» | 
| I said | 
| What d’ya wanna do then? | 
| Umh! | 
| I wanna weep; | 
| I wanna sleep | 
| I wanna get by cheap | 
| I wanna creep into the deep | 
| I wanna fall down in a heap | 
| I’m gonna do it right on your floor | 
| If you say that to me just once more | 
| You’ll have to roll me right out the door | 
| Yeah, and give me the ol' what for | 
| I can remember what the people did | 
| Way back when I was a little kid | 
| They didn’t ask you to be always high | 
| They just said, «thank you» and «goodbye.» | 
| And | 
| No no no no no nonononono… | 
| Why don’t you have one? | 
| Take two, they’re small | 
| Da da da da da dadadadadada… | 
| Why don’t you have a day like a painting of a kid with big eyes? | 
| Why don’t you have a day like a painting of a puppy with a ribbon 'round | 
| Its neck | 
| Sun goin down over the sea? | 
| Why don’t you have a day like a painting of a kid with big eyes | 
| Holdin' a puppy with a ribbon 'round it’s neck' | 
| Standin' down by the ocean with the sun… | 
| Nonononono, I don’t wanna… nonononono, I don’t wanna… nononnonono, I | 
| Don’t wanna | 
| Nononononononono! |