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I Got the Monday Blues
If Monday's just another day, why does it make me feel this way?
Down in the dumps, unhappy and blue, why can I never find my other black shoe?
The dog threw up on my bed again.
It's raining and my umbrella is MIA again!
What happened to the time, I know it's not that late.
I should be there by now, but it's a quarter past 8:00.
My "road rage" has kicked into high gear, while I'm stuck behind "the tortoise of the year."
I guess there's no sense fighting it.
Nothing will be gained by a roaring fit.
For too soon, this day will be gone in a streak.
Thank you Lord, Monday only comes once a week.