Help Me Make It Through This Funky Day

Well, the coffee boiled and the sun fled
Ah, there’s grime on the windows and the streets are dead
It been Tuesday all week and it’s Tuesday again
Today is a Parisian, I am an American
And I know it ain’t, I know I ain’t, I hope, you ain’t gonna go away
Ah, will ya help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me make it through this funky day?
Ah, will ya help me, help me, help me, help me? Baby will ya help me?
Ya gotta help me make it through this funky day
It look like February 19th and November 8th
They had an ugly little baby and they’re gonna call it Today
Ah my face feel like Clay every time I try to grin
And I think I might cry if I try to grin again
Oh, but I know it ain’t, I know I ain’t, I hope you ain’t gonna go away
Ah will ya help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me make it through this funky day?
Ah will ya help me, help me, help me, help me? Baby, will ya help me?
Ya gotta help me make it through this funky day
I don’t want to go out because I’m tired of the door
I’m tired of everybody actin' like it’s weirded out 1954
It’s just the year of the barfly, it’s just the month of the roach
Hold on to my shoulders, baby, I’m sinkin' so low
And I know it ain’t, I know I ain’t, I hope you ain’t gonna go away
Ah, will ya help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me make it through this funky day?
Ah, will ya help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me make it through this?
Help me make it
Ah will ya, baby, will ya help me?
Oh will ya, baby, will ya help me make it through this?
Ya gotta help me
Help me, help me, help me make it through this funky day
It’s just another, it’s just another
It’s just another, it’s just another