The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Tracy Had a Hard Day Sunday lyrics

People are paper mache People and the games they play I'm going off on a fantastic voyage And I won't let anything bother me We'll be too happy to worry Living from day to day All my friends are beautiful people People are paper mache People and the things they say And I get hurt so easily If Tracy wants to know I've gone Before I left I paid all her bills I finally couldn't take it anymore. I'm tired of telling her speed k**s Tracy had a hard day Sunday She had to be herself And no one else Tracy had a hard day Sunday Oh yeah. Her parents came to town to visit She cleaned out her medicine chest She vacuumed the sofa and all the rest Acting so prim and proper Taking the money they had to offer Smiling when they finally went away People are paper mache She lit her candle at both ends And started flipping out on Monday There's not another boy in town That she can go on through There's not another kick that's new Mirror, mirror on the wall she's has a very long way to fall I tried to help her but she wouldn't listen Tracy had a hard day Sunday She had to be herself And no one else Tracy had a hard day Sunday Oh yeah.