The Ballad of Zero and the Tramp lyrics

Well, they used to call him Zero 'cause he never made his mark

And when he took up with a tramp like her, all the people laughed

And fate, it seemed to find them on a one way losing streak

Between the two, they lived their lives trapped on a dead end street

Well, a man gets tired of zero, and a woman hates that scorn

And if time allowed, they'd make those fools wish they were never born

Oh, how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life?

Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied

Oh, and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week?

Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet

Well, the bank job wasn't easy, no, they'd left a couple dead

And when the headlines hit the stands that day

It was Zero and the tramp they said

Now it looks like they've got a manhunt for a couple of crazy kids

And they both got just what they want, it was a price upon their heads

The more they kept on runnin', the more they fell in love

'Cause when you live your life outside the law, you need that kind of trust

Oh, how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life?

Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied

Oh, and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week?

Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet

Sometimes the nights get colder, and the dreams can chill your bones

And it was on a night like this that they came too close to home

They were caught up in the crossfire of a SWAT team's finest hour

And went down in a blaze of automatic fire

Crying: Hey, we've really made it now!

Oh, how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life?

Some of us have to make a name before we're satisfied

Oh, and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week?

Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet

Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet

• Artist:John Anderson
• Album:John Anderson (1988)