It's one o' clock and your day's begun, 
Ain't got no place to run, 
When everybody's saying the same things, 
Everybody's singing the same song, 
Don't know what to do if you wanted to, 
I guess that's nothing new, 
Cuz you're not the type to get things done, 
No you're not the type to shake things up, 

So what can you do when your day is done? 
Do you think about having fun? 
You get high in your own way, 
And then you wait for another one. 
How many types can I see in you? 
You know I'll coun't 'em on one thumb, 
You know you're so conventional, 
What can you do when you're so conventional? 

I guess that's the way it goes, 
That blank expression on your face, 
Your will, your clothes, your lack of taste, 
You convince yourself everything's alright, 
You go to the movies on a Saturday night, 
And I've seen you hangin' around, 
And I've seen you hangin' around. 

It's one o'clock and your day's begun, 
Gonna try and have a little fun, 
You can't figure out why you're not feeling good, 
It's cuz you're living the life they said you would. 
I guess you get through your day, with a role to play 
But you still don't know what to say, 
Cuz you're not the type to get things done, 
No you're not the type to shake things up.