Six o'clock this morning
I was just in the middle of a dream.
I was kissing Valentino
by a crystal blue Italian stream.
But I can't be late
'cause then I guess I just won't get paid.
These are the days
when you wish your bed was already made.
It's just another manic Monday.
I wish it was Sunday.
'Cause that's my funday.
My I don't have to runday.
It's just another manic Monday.
Have to catch an early train,
got to be to work by nine.
And if I had an airoplane,
I still couldn't make it on time.
'Cause it takes me so long
just to figure out what I'm gonna wear.
Blame it on the train,
but the boss is already there.
It's just another manic Monday.
I wish it was Sunday.
'Cause that's my funday.
My I don't have to runday.
It's just another manic Monday.
All of the nights, why did my lover
have to pick last night to get down?
Doesn't it matter that I have to feed
the both of us employment's down?
He tells me in his bedroom voice:
"C'mon honey, let's go make some noise."
It's just another manic Monday.
I wish it was Sunday.
'Cause that's my funday.
It's just another manic Monday. |
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