Waking to the buzzer, It's the Monday morning blues, Raise my weary head up, Time to hit the snooze. God, I hate these mornings Need more time to crash, Mortgaged to my privates! Get up I need the cash! I've got those Monday mornings, Hate my job and booze, Hung from the weekend, Pay the taxman blues. Everybody loves me, Think that I've been took Working for the weekend And an empty pocketbook. Head is in a fog bank As the buzzer sounds again, Try to shake the cobwebs, Mondays are a pain! Gotta hit the buzzer, Sleep a little more, I don't need this hassle, Working to stay poor. I've got those Monday mornings, Hate my job and booze, Hung from the weekend, Pay the taxman blues. Everybody loves me, Think that I've been took Working for the weekend And an empty pocketbook. Kids they're needing braces. Car it needs a tune, If I had it my way, I'd be getting up at noon. There goes that buzzer, The thought of work I hate Drag my sorry butt out. Guess that I'll be late. I've got those Monday mornings, Hate my job and booze, Hung from the weekend, Pay the taxman blues. Everybody loves me, Think that I've been took Working for the weekend And an empty pocketbook. Fighting all the traffic On my way to work. Boss will have a lecture, What a stupid jerk! I have been here working For years and years it true. Working for the weekends And them Monday morning blues! I've got those Monday mornings, Hate my job and booze, Hung from the weekend, Pay the taxman blues. Everybody loves me, Think that I've been took Working for the weekend And an empty pocketbook.
