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