| Everybody' tired and wasted | 
| Unsatisfied and pale like death | 
| No one looks like all the models | 
| Of h&m the mood is bad | 
| Sometimes you can hear some laughter | 
| But when you look a bit too close | 
| You see all these happy people | 
| Have a white line underneath their nose | 
| All this wouldn’t be so bad | 
| If it wasn’t raining all the time | 
| Six weeks a month of pms | 
| The undertaker’s doin' fine | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun | 
| Rain and taxes and no prozac | 
| Tell me, where’s the fun | 
| Space is tight under the bridges | 
| Booze is cheap and soon you’ll find | 
| Nothing bad to see in your life | 
| But you’re not happy, you’re just blind | 
| And the very happy few | 
| Who still got a job to do | 
| Work a hundred hours a week | 
| Until they get fired, too | 
| Depression is that one disease | 
| We all have, and aching knees | 
| But thanks to tv we can handle | 
| Our suicidal tendencies | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun | 
| Rain and taxes and no prozac | 
| Tell me, where’s the fun | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun | 
| Rain and taxes and no prozac | 
| Tell me, where’s the fun | 
| When your car is old and dirty | 
| The police think that you smoke pot | 
| When it’s nice and clean just hide it | 
| To make sure you won’t get robbed | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun | 
| Rain and taxes and no prozac | 
| Tell me, where’s the fun | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun | 
| All the millionaires are cryin' | 
| Money is on the run | 
| Everybody’s waiting for the sun |