Song parody of
You Can't Spell Funeral Without A Little Fun
by Tamala Park Book Club
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Wake up before the sun
It all feels the same
Day hasn't begun
I hate playing this game
I'm tired from yesterday
Can't keep awake
Headache won't go away
There's too much at stake
Unhappy little dopamites
Americana Thursday nights
Weekend over way too soon
Depression Sunday afternoon
Wake up you gotta get this bread
You tell yourself from inside your bed
The negativity inside your head
Voices say you're better off dead
Oh you can't spell funeral
Without a little fun
You can't spell funeral
Without a little F U N
Long way there
Long way home
Life ain't fair
Feeling monochrome
I'm living the dream
Work 5 days a week
2 days to recover
Got no time for sleep
Unhappy little dopamites
Americana Thursday nights
Weekend over way too soon
Depression Sunday afternoon
Wake up you gotta get this bread
You tell yourself from inside your bed
The negativity inside your head
Voices say you're better off dead
Oh you can't spell funeral
Without a little fun
You can't spell funeral
Without a little F U
Unhappy little dopamites
Americana Thursday nights
Weekend over way too soon
Depression Sunday afternoon
Wake up you gotta get this bread
You tell yourself from inside your bed
The negativity inside your head
Voices say you're better off dead
Oh you can't spell funeral
Without a little fun
You can't spell funeral
Without a little F U N
Wake up before the sun
It all feels the same
Day hasn't begun
I hate playing this game
I'm tired from yesterday
Can't keep awake
Headache won't go away
There's too much at stake
Unhappy little dopamites
Americana Thursday nights
Weekend over way too soon
Depression Sunday afternoon
Wake up you gotta get this bread
You tell yourself from inside your bed
The negativity inside your head
Voices say you're better off dead
Oh you can't spell funeral
Without a little fun
You can't spell funeral
Without a little F U N
Long way there
Long way home
Life ain't fair
Feeling monochrome
I'm living the dream
Work 5 days a week
2 days to recover
Got no time for sleep
Unhappy little dopamites
Americana Thursday nights
Weekend over way too soon
Depression Sunday afternoon
Wake up you gotta get this bread
You tell yourself from inside your bed
The negativity inside your head
Voices say you're better off dead
Oh you can't spell funeral
Without a little fun
You can't spell funeral
Without a little F U
Unhappy little dopamites
Americana Thursday nights
Weekend over way too soon
Depression Sunday afternoon
Wake up you gotta get this bread
You tell yourself from inside your bed
The negativity inside your head
Voices say you're better off dead
Oh you can't spell funeral
Without a little fun
You can't spell funeral
Without a little F U N
