I don't want

To do the dishes
Or open the mail
But I'll take another glass of champagne
And that walk you promised we'd go on
Just to get the stink off us
Like pop used to say

You can't be mad at the world, sweetheart
What good would that do?

It won't bring anyone back
Or give us those careers
Or pay the rent

Yeah
Turn the radio on
I'd like to hear a song now