Ensemble: Fucking train, fucking rain Fucking pain in my brain Monday morning Woke up grumpy, feeling frumpy Feeling lumpy, cup of coffee Read the paper
why we're here: Bathing underneath the moon Beats the morn or afcernoon. There's no crowd a-cluttering the sand; You will find the solitude is grand
open to my awful situation So I'm writing you a letter to demand an explanation When the floor wax that we bought from you Arrived here Monday morning
All of the time Monday, Monday Can't trust the day Monday, Monday Don't go away Oh, Monday, Monday Don't go away Oh, Monday, Monday
Ashley: Yeah, yeah, Bob. That should do it. Mary-Kate: Who was on the phone so early in the morning? Ashley: Our friend, Bob. He wanted to know the best
Yeah, this is where the party's at This is where the party's at Come on This is where the party's at Monday morning To Friday afternoon Stressing
I'm tellin' you Picture this another Monday morning You go to work, but you don't know why you're goin' Everyday it's just the same, it's stupid and boring
When you know you've got to live There's nothing you won't give To hear the phone and not let it ring Every Monday morning Shughie found love and he
gotta find me Gotta find me a guy So I gotta find me, find me Find me a man Not just any man One of a kind ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
honest she can go from monday to sunday it don?t even matter bout the money I?m stuck on her never shoulda let her suck on it Shoulda hit her up and send her home the next morning
Got up in the morning To find myself a future In the Sunday classifieds But then I spilled my coffee And then the telephone was ringing Guess I got distracted
floating feeling I get in the moment Makes it really worth it (worth it) Hey, forget about your Monday morning We are never gonna be that boring Hey, forget about your Monday morning
in the ways Watching days and moving on You wake up every Monday then suddenly it?s Sunday And the week is gone So till the morning breaks Go and
sleep with She's got ecstasy eyes He promised her roses and American pie I called her and my demons And I kissed them both goodbye Seven days of Monday morning
2X] My shorty done cut me loose She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too She say she don't want no more If she feeling like I'm feeling then she won't go
go to Fort Greene on Myrtle Ave, to get a fade with the sides clean Then to Fulton just to look around Just to roam around, and find a chick to go Uptown
Yeah, This is Where the Party's At (this is where the party's at) C'mon babe... this is where the party's at.. Monday morning to Friday afternoon It'
the nightmares come And you get blown away (when your friends go away, on last chorus) And up in your room your walls are cold You find your head is