Verse: It's still dark, 6 o'clock. Alarm is causing spasms of shock. Grunt don't talk or try to walk or even move. Day ahead, work you dread. A boss you pray each day to be dead. So stay in bed, rest your head, next to me. Bridge: Oh I know, you've got an in-tray that would drive strong men to tears. And I know that you've got deadlines coming out of both your ears. Chorus: But I think, you should phone in, phone in sick. Yeah I think, you should phone in, phone in sick. Oh I think, you should phone in, phone (uh-huh) Verse: Bedroom door. Bathroom floor is colder than it's ever been before. And down the hall, you hear me call, "Come back to bed". Toast and tea or muesli? You iron a blouse and switch on the TV. Outside's a storm, but bed's still warm, so come and see. Bridge: Oh I know, you've got an in-tray that would drive strong men to tears. And I know that you've got deadlines coming out of both your ears. Chorus: But I think, you should phone in, phone in sick. Yeah I think, you should phone in, phone in sick. Oh I think, you should phone in, phone (uh-huh) in sick (repeat chorus)