| Monday morning — can’t stand the light
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| I hate to hear earlybirds sing!
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| I’m damaged, seems I need another night
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| A new week, I can’t stand to begin
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| It’s the same ol' song, do I bore ya?
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| But I’m too pissed to sing «Sha-la-lee»
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| Longing for a weekend, I just hate my life:
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| Monday and I’m already on my knees
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| And the Man is preaching: «It's alright, c’mon boy, it’s not that bad!»
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| And the birds are tweeting «life is great, no use in being sad…»
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| But why am I everybody’s jerk?
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| Friday evening — good ol' pub o’mine
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| A place to forget about it all
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| Five beers later an' I taste the good ol' times
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| When they hadn’t got you by the balls
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| And old Harry' coughing «It's alright, c’mon boy, look up, life’s great»
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| And Mrs. Truman’s noddin' «Life is fine, gotta believe in your fate!»
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| But why am I everybody’s jerk?
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| Sunday morning — she rang once more
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| To back her bags to get away
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| How I love to see her face in the door
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| Best way to start a bloody new day!
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| And she’s preaching: «It's alright boy, you’ll be doing fine
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| It was my fault, but it will be getting better after some time, I’m sure»
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| Once again I’m everybody’s jerk! |