Verse 1 Woke up this morning, Couldn’t get out of bed, I was facing that thing I’ve really come to dread It’s Monday. Meeting at eight, meeting at ten The ink exploded from my fountain pen It’s Monday Verse 2 Eyes won’t focus, Can’t tell what I was doin’ Need a lot of coffee To make sense of this desktop ruin. Hateful Monday. All out of vacation Can’t stand this vocation On Mondays

Interlude Verse 3 Those golden handcuffs, Got me tied and bound. I need a change of attitude, Or my soul is gonna drown, Some dreary Monday. Raining at the bus stop Left my lunch on the counter top This Monday Outtro Gotta get out of this rat race Just don’t know if I can face Another Monday…