He's got papers on his desktop, they're stacked up in a bunch Dagwood worked for decades, he's never been promoted once Blondie's got the lunch crowd in a catering cafe She's tired of making meatloaf, it's time to get away Hey Blondie you're looking pretty good for a girl who's 82 Hey Blondie out of all those high society women, he chose you And Dagwood get off the couch, don't you fall asleep so soon You gotta take her up on the roof and take a look at the moon Dagwood's not the morning guy so he makes the car pool late The bossman cut vacation back and he never gets a break The fashion cleaner lady says I hope you're not upset But your wife picked up the laundry, she's afraid you'd forget Chorus Black and white on workdays, how fast the weekend flies Sunday morning colors help to open up our eyes She says I love you Dagwood and with that love comes trust I think a little bit of rooftop romance just might do the trick for us Chorus I've got trouble on my T.V, I got bad news in my car I can always count on those two cause I know right where they are So I flip on past the real world spill my coffee on the page And I find that some old couple whose true love won't ever change Chorus