It's still dark, 6 o'clock. Alarm is causing spasms of shock.
Grunt don't talk or try to walk or even move.
Day ahead, work you dread. A boss you pray each day to be dead.
So stay in bed, rest your head, next to me.
Oh I know, you've got an in-tray that would drive strong men to tears.
And I know that you've got deadlines coming out of both your ears.
But I think, you should phone in, phone in sick.
Yeah I think, you should phone in, phone in sick.
Oh I think, you should phone in, phone (uh-huh)
Bedroom door. Bathroom floor is colder than it's ever been before.
And down the hall, you hear me call, "Come back to bed".
Toast and tea or muesli? You iron a blouse and switch on the TV.
Outside's a storm, but bed's still warm, so come and see.
Oh I know, you've got an in-tray that would drive strong men to tears.
And I know that you've got deadlines coming out of both your ears.
But I think, you should phone in, phone in sick.
Yeah I think, you should phone in, phone in sick.
Oh I think, you should phone in, phone (uh-huh) in sick (repeat chorus)