What a Fucking Day Songtext
von Little Big

Monday came after glorious weekends
Fuckin′ cat shited into my sneakers
No pleasure, no money, entire round running
And you're asking yourself

What a fuckin′ day? Hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What a fuckin′ day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What a fuckin′ day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Day by day dipping deep in this system
My brain needs so much more fuckin′ assistance
Time is up I must offer resistance, tear a vicious circle
For I really can feel all right


Rednecks steal my money
They're happy and think it′s funny
All right, I call the police
Instead of help they take my drug analysis
Fuckin' tired of endlessly violence
Outdoors I think in the silence:

What a fuckin′ day? Hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What a fuckin′ day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What a fuckin′ day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Creakin′ bricks, broken glass, now my way is done
There's no fear and my soul′s heading to the clouds
Now I'm here, now I′m free, can't believe it's true
Knock the door and get in—all I have to do

"Let me pass through the gates of the paradise
I was good and I was to be clarified"
"Okay, man, there′s something we can assume!"
Then I opened my eyes in my room


What a fuckin′ day? Hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey!
What a fuckin′ day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What a fuckin′ day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What a fuckin' day? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!