[Verse 1: Tom Scott]

When it all started

I was lyin' in my bed, countin' all the sheep leap

Flyin' through my head, snorin' in my deep sleep (Yeah)

Jumpin' on the stage, rhymin' to this mean beat (Yo, yo, check it out)

Then it stopped (Yeah, ha), and the crowd started yellin' 'beep beep' (Uh...)

Then I woke up (Huh?) Colder than a snow cone

Late for my job, thinkin, 'Pull a no-show'

Dude on my right shoulder's like "Nah, don't go" (Then don't go)

Nerd on my left's like "Gotta get the dough, bro"

Chur, bro, you're right, but I'd rather have a doze, though

"Yeah, but what about the bill for the home phone?"

"Yeah, but what about the boss? He's a homo

He makes you work all day without a fuckin' smoko"

Ah fuck, gotta get the dough, though

Tryna put my album out and I ain't signed to Stones Throw

So I guess I gotta work it till I got my own show

And watch the whole day go by in slo-mo

[Chorus: Tom Scott]

It's that every day (Every day)

Same old shit (Same old shit)

It's that every day (Every day)

Same old boring, same old shit

Every day (Every day)

Same old shit (Same old shit)

It's that every day

Shit that happens to me (Every day)

[Verse 2: Tom Scott]

"Yeah, if you could, mate" (What?)

"Put these rubbish bags out on the back dock (Yeah, right)

And grab that mop, mate, you missed this here black spot (Sweet)

Top chap, Scott!" "Yeah, up your crack boss"

"Um, what was that?" "Sweet as, boss! You fat cock"

"Oh great mate, anybody wanna clean the-" "Bags not"

"Lock the gate, mate, here's the code for the padlock"

"Padlock?!" (Woohoo!) Flat screen, plus laptop

Plus black hoodie equals ka-ching jackpot

All I gotta do is get a car and a ski mask

I already know where that cunt put the keycard

And there's more squid in his safe than at sea mart

So when I'm done, I can probably build a theme park

And get a jet plane for me and my sweetheart

Plus some '0's, sort the bro's, that'll be mean, huh?

Oh shit, I forgot the security guard

I guess I gotta keep working for this retard

[Chorus: Tom Scott]

It's that every day (Every day)

Same old shit (Same old shit)

It's that every day (Every day)

Same old boring, same old shit

Every day (Every day)

Same old shit (Same old shit)

It's that every day

Shit that happens to me (Every day)

[Verse 3: Tom Scott]

The day finished

And I raced home quicker than a Red Cross first-aid

Clothes looking dirtier than girls at the bird cage

Walked through the door looking like I seen a mermaid

Dinner on the table for me like it was my birthday

"Ah" "Hey, how was work, babe?" "Ha, I'm fuckin' awesome!"

"Awesome?" "Oh, nah, it was awful, I mean the sauce is (Ah, pass the sauce)

Nah, I was bored stiff, had no one to talk with

But I pulled a couple mean dougheys on the forklift, but

How was your day?" "Ah, it was okay

Thanks for asking, hey, fill me up some O.J.?"

"Oh, shucks, that was dope, babe" "Hey, I'll wash, you dry"

"I-oughta-do-the-dishes-even-though-you-cooked-the-food guy

Just sit down, babe, chill, let the time go."

"Yeah, but what about the dishes" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, they can dry, though"

Then we watch some TV, had a cup of Milo

And let the night go, without me shoutin' like a psycho

And there wasn't no one givin' orders like a manager

No one lookin' through my texts like "Who's Pamela?"

I was on top of shit, like Canada

Turn the lights off, cross Monday off the calendar

Night night

[Chorus: Tom Scott]

It's that every day (Every day)

Same old shit (Same old shit)

It's that every day (Every day)

Same old boring, same old shit

Every day (Every day)

Same old shit (Same old shit)

It's that every day

Shit that happens to me (Every day)

[Outro: Darrell Banks]

You got the kind of love

Makes me believe in myself

You got the kind of love

Makes me believe in myself

You got the kind of love

Makes me believe in myself

You got the...