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)