With a little bit of love but a whole lot of headache
And my lady keeps complaining
Cause the music's never-ending
On the radio getting louder as the day goes
She still wants to talk with her skirt going up in high
Hey beware, there's another pair, even in red
But I'm not complaining.
Whoa oh, it's a beautiful day.
People on the street when the sun comes out.
It's a beautiful day.
Come-a-to, come-a, can't wait till the sun goes down.
How many times do we have to fight
'Bout what is played on the stereo at night?
I like it slow and heavy,
She likes it fast and soft
With a lot of bells and whistles going off her.
I just want lite guitars.
Every Day's got me in a haze,
People in pain but I'm not complaining.
No, no, it's a beautiful day.
People on the street when the sun comes out.
It's a beautiful day.
Come-a-to, come-a, can't wait till the sun goes down.
Hey, Yeah, ya!
It's a beautiful day.
People on the street when the sun comes out.
It's a beautiful day.
Still like it just a little better when the sun goes down.
It's a beautiful day.
People on the street when the sun comes out.
It's a beautiful day.
Come-a-to, come-a, can't wait till the sun goes down.
It's a beautiful day. (It's just a beautiful day.)
It's a beautiful day. (It's just a beautiful day.)
It's a beautiful day. (Another beautiful day.)
It's a beautiful day.
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