It's one of those days, We all know the kind, Wake up kinda late, Hafta hit the grind, In a rush to be on time, Appointment at ten. My first solo assignment, But where to begin. Grab some mackerel on my way out the door, Small breakfast and no time to pack a lunch bento I missed the bus so I hafta take the sea floor, Pounding ground no slowin down all the way to Tokyo. Monday morning blues, With deep blue ocean hues, I just do what I can do, I'm a professional salaryman kaiju. I see the bay, buildings, and bridge, Made it to work on time, (It's darker than I thought it would be) Tokyo looks different from this edge, Fill the sewers with slime, (Oh no, that was Lady Liberty) Oh this is bad, I messed up I'm screwed, Oh no no no, I destroyed New York, But was scheduled for Tokyo This explains so much, Like the lack of super sentai, My old lady is gonna be pissed, Maybe I can crash with Stir Fry Guy
