O Dolorous Day!

Wish I could give ya away,

For some money in exchange,

Well, whaddya say?

O Dolorous Day!

Could ya spare me a ray,

From the sun you hold hostage,

Behind clouds of gray?

Mind you, this is a public place,

So if you must obfuscate,

Well, move on to some other space,

And then proceed to procreate!

And on the days you procreate,

Can't you leave this little town be?

O how heavy is your sagging weight,

On the sagging shoulders of feeble-minded me.

O Dolorous Day!

If ya want, I will gladly pay,

For some daylight in exchange,

Well, whaddya say?

O Dolorous Day!

I was wonderin' if it's okay,

To let the sun you hold hostage,

Come out and play?