歌词
[Verse 1]
Wake up, hit snooze, it’s Monday again,
Feeling like I never got to sleep in.
Dragging my soul to the shower,
Clock’s ticking loud, counting down the hour.
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, coffee, my only cheer,
Why does Monday happen every week of the year?
[Chorus]
Monday, you're the king of pain,
Making me go through this again.
Monday, why so cruel and crude?
All I want is a little more sleep, a little less rude.
[Verse 2]
Traffic jam, and I’m late to my fate,
Work piles up like a heavyweight.
Boss on my back, says "pick up the pace,"
Dreams of my bed, oh, that sweet embrace.
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, lunch break, come and save me,
Why does Monday always enslave me?
[Chorus]
Monday, you're the king of pain,
Making me go through this again.
Monday, why so cruel and crude?
All I want is a little more sleep, a little less rude.
[Bridge]
If I could, I’d skip you whole,
Take a leap straight to Friday’s soul.
But here I am, with you once more,
Monday blues, a total bore.
[Breakdown]
Oh, Monday, can’t you see?
You're just not the day for me.
Your dawn is my dusk, your start my end,
When will this cycle ever bend?
[Interlude]
[Bridge]
If I could, I’d skip you whole,
Take a leap straight to Friday’s soul.
But here I am, with you once more,
Monday blues, a total bore.
[Breakdown]
Oh, Monday, can’t you see?
You're just not the day for me.
Your dawn is my dusk, your start my end,
When will this cycle ever bend?
[Chorus]
Monday, you're the king of pain,
Making me go through this again.
Monday, why so cruel and crude?
All I want is a little more sleep, a little less rude.
[Outro]
So here's my ode to you, dear Monday,
You come around but I never wanna play.
Maybe one day, we'll find a truce,
Till then, it's Sunday night blues.
[Chorus]
Monday, you're the king of pain,
Making me go through this again.
Monday, why so cruel and crude?
All I want is a little more sleep, a little less rude.
[Outro]
So here's my ode to you, dear Monday,
You come around but I never wanna play.
Maybe one day, we'll find a truce,
Till then, it's Sunday night blues.
[Instrumental]
Till then, it's Sunday night blues.
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[Ending]
[Outro]
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