It's one o' clock and your day's begun, nAin't got no place to run, nWhen everybody's saying the same things, nEverybody's singing the same song, nDon't know what to do if you wanted to, nI guess that's nothing new, nCuz you're not the type to get things done, nNo you're not the type to shake things up, nnSo what can you do when your day is done? nDo you think about having fun? nYou get high in your own way, nAnd then you wait for another one. nHow many types can I see in you? nYou know I'll coun't 'em on one thumb, nYou know you're so conventional, nWhat can you do when you're so conventional? nnYou live, you breath, your tv shows, nI guess that's the way it goes, nThat blank expression on your face, nYour will, your clothes, your lack of taste, nYou convince yourself everything's alright, nYou go to the movies on a Saturday night, nAnd I've seen you hangin' around, nAnd I've seen you hangin' around. nnIt's one o'clock and your day's begun, nGonna try and have a little fun, nYou can't figure out why you're not feeling good, nIt's cuz you're living the life they said you would. nI guess you get through your day, with a role to play nBut you still don't know what to say, nCuz you're not the type to get things done, nNo you're not the type to shake things up.