Groovy Tuesday (The Coach House - San Juan Capistrano, CA 6/88) - The Smithereens

Woke up on a groovy Tuesday

Even my hangover’s fine

Woke up on a groovy Tuesday

Hung my mind out on the line

Tuesday’s groovy, Tuesday’s groovy

Now I know that nothing lasts

Woke up on a groovy Tuesday

Everything is not the same

Woke up on a groovy Tuesday

Think I’ll even change my name

Tuesday’s groovy, Tuesday’s groovy

Now I know that nothing lasts

And I can’t help it if I’m not the one you need

It doesn’t matter if I’m still the lost ball in the weeds

Woke up on a groovy Tuesday

Flower pot man looked my way

Woke up on a groovy Tuesday

I can see what he can’t say

Tuesday’s groovy, Tuesday’s groovy

Now I know that nothing lasts

Tuesday’s groovy, Tuesday’s groovy

Now I know that nothing lasts

Nothing lasts

Nothing lasts

Nothing lasts

Tuesday’s groovy

Tuesday’s groovy

Tuesday’s groovy

Nothing, nothing lasts

Nothing, nothing lasts

Nothing, nothing lasts

Nothing, nothing lasts

Nothing, nothing lasts