On Any Other Day
The Police
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author’s own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study scholarship or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## # Date: Fri 25 Oct 1996 11:40:12 -0700 (PDT) > Subject: CRD: "On Any Other Day" by The Police Play in the standard reggae-esque Police rhythm. On Any Other Day by The Police Theres a house on my street and it looks real neat. I’m the chap who lives in it. Theres a tree on the sidewalk theres a car by the door. I’ll go for a drive in it. And when the wombat (??) comes he will find me gone. He’ll look for a place to sit. Chorus I: My wife has burned the scrambled eggs. The dog’s just bit my leg. My teen-aged daughter ran away. My fine young son has turned out gay. Cut up my fingers in the door of my car. How could I do it? My wife is proud to tell me of her love affairs. How could she do this to me? Chorus I Chorus II: And it would be OK on any other day. X2 Throw down the morning papers and spill my tea. I don’t know whats wrong with me. The cups and plates are in a conspiracy. I’m covered in misery. Chorus I Chorus II X4 (w/ Chipmunk-like voice: "Happy birthday dear daddy") ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sacha Michel Mallais http://www.global-village.net/sacha The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.