Woke up on the wrong side of the bed again With a little bit of love but a whole lot of headache And my lady keeps complaining Cause the music's never-ending On the radio getting louder as the day goes She still wants to talk with her skirt going up in high Hey beware, there's another pair, even in red But I'm not complaining.
Whoa oh, it's a beautiful day. People on the street when the sun comes out. It's a beautiful day. Come-a-to, come-a, can't wait till the sun goes down.
How many times do we have to fight 'Bout what is played on the stereo at night? I like it slow and heavy, She likes it fast and soft With a lot of bells and whistles going off her. I just want lite guitars. Every Day's got me in a haze, People in pain but I'm not complaining.
No, no, it's a beautiful day. People on the street when the sun comes out. It's a beautiful day. Come-a-to, come-a, can't wait till the sun goes down.
Hey, Yeah, ya!
It's a beautiful day. People on the street when the sun comes out. It's a beautiful day. Still like it just a little better when the sun goes down.
It's a beautiful day. People on the street when the sun comes out. It's a beautiful day. Come-a-to, come-a, can't wait till the sun goes down.
It's a beautiful day. (It's just a beautiful day.) It's a beautiful day. (It's just a beautiful day.) It's a beautiful day. (Another beautiful day.) It's a beautiful day.