| With the alarm clock ting-a-ling ringin' in my head
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| I woke up dog tired, beat down, half dead
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| Tryin' to recover from another wild weekend
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| Chuggin' down coffee while I should have been sleepin'
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| Well it sure is Monday idn’t it now
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| I gotta myself through the week somehow
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| I had a ball Friday, Saturday and Sunday
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| But it’s all over now and it sure is Monday
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| Oh, I got to the job site at a quarter past nine
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| And somehow I stayed awake till lunch time
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| And then I caught a little nap, stretched out in my truck bed
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| My feet still twitchin' to the music in my head
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| Well it sure is Monday, ain’t it the truth
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| I partied too hardy, now I’m payin' my dues
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| I had a ball Friday, Saturday and Sunday
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| But it’s all over now and it sure is Monday
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| Well it sure is Monday, ain’t it a sin
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| I gotta work my way through the week again
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| I had a ball Friday, Saturday and Sunday
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| But it’s all over now and it sure is Monday
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| Yeah, it’s all over now and it sure is Monday |