Monday Mornin', and the blues get you You wake up, and your soul is gray The coffee's cold, the toast is stale You're stuck in meetings, till the end of day And all you can do is scream and pray
Monday Mornin', and the blues get you You're stuck in traffic, on the 405 Your boss is mean, your computer's slow You're just tryin' to survive, and make it to Friday, somehow But Monday mornin', and the blues get you
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