Case of the Mondays

Mondays Mondays I'm having a case of the Mondays So get out of my hair 'Cause I don't really care Right now Mondays Mondays Wide-eyed and pillow-faced Mondays Why don't we just stay in bed Until the sun goes down 'Cause my head is full of sand And day-old wine And my feet are draggin' Miles and miles behind And I wonder where we're going Do you know? Does anybody know? Does anybody know? Mondays Mondays I'm having a case of the Mondays Only hours ago we were All movin' slow but now We're pickin' up We're pickin' up The pace 'Cause it's Mondays Mondays Wired and tylenoled Mondays Gonna answer some mail And then put the barrel in my mouth It's just an imaginary gun I miss the aimless walks The eggs and toast No matter what you say I miss you the most And I wonder where you're going Do you know? When you get there will you know? Will you send me a photo? Mondays Mondays I used to know how to skip Mondays Just visit the enfermerie Or get a note from mom But now they're unavoidable And sometimes they're on Tuesday And sometimes I remember that Monday Is a much better day than Someday