There was a young lady br From Frisco Bay br Who could never think of br Anything new to say. br br She just kept repeating br Have a nice day, br Have a nice day, br Have a nice day. br br I get so weary of hearing br That way of saying bye, bye br If I have to hear it once more br I think I shall die. br br Why can’t you mix it up br And change your tune br You’re driving me halfway br Up to the moon. br br To keep me from going br Completely insane br Try au revoir br Or auf Wiedershen. br br Maybe just so long br Or see you later br Or that rhyming thing br About the gator. br br Don’t even think about saying br Be seeing you, that’s worst br Because they’ll reply br Not if I see you first. br br The life I’m living br Is very stressed br But it’s my right br To feel depressed. br br So in the future when departing br I’m gonna say br Have a lousy day br Or have a bad day, br Or have a stinking day, br Or have a miserable day br Or have a horrible day, br Or maybe I’ll just say br Go the hell away br And leave me alone br To enjoy my pain br So much to lose br So little to gain.