Monday morning, I woke up late
I feel like shit and I can't see straight
One last drink was a bad idea
I'm on the bowl with diarrhea
Out the door, in a fog
Barked at by the neighbors dog
Forgot my keys, I went back inside
I got a flat, so I can't ride
The phone rings, Aw Jeez, now what?
I am an idiot, so I picked it up
Now I'm held up on my line
My cretin landlord he's wasting my time
He wants his money or we go to trial
He's got Penis Envy Denial
Another weekend, I didn't get laid
It's a Monday mourning ant brigade
Another weekend, I didn't get paid
It's a Monday mourning ant brigade
Fuck it all, no regrets
I'm staying in and you can bet
It sucks outside in the pouring rain
I'll smoke some pot, fry my brain
Thom cut the record down to the bone
I'm a sure shot rocking the microphone
Another weekend, I didn't get laid
It's a Monday mourning ant brigade
I've got the Monday mournings
I've got the Monday mournings
I've got the Monday mournings
I've got the Monday mournings
Monday
Monday
Monday

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