Just Another Day

Please take this song out of my head. Nothing makes weeklong drizzling dreary weather more miserable in this cherry-blossomed bureaucratic city than Paul McCartney gaily singing about someone's rainy, anonymous life. Take it please. It's been in my head for three days.

Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her
As she's heading for the bedroom chair,
It's just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
Ah, it's just another day.

At the office where the papers grow she takes a break,
Drinks another coffee
And she finds it hard to stay awake,

It's just another day. du du du du du
It's just another day. du du du du du
It's just another day....