Lyrics

Boss man calling for me
He says I'm late
Woman is calling
For my head on a plate
Collector's calling me
To pay the man
I said "Hey can't you see I'm doing the best I can"

And every day's a Monday
Every day is a Monday
Even Saturday and Sunday
Just give me the Monday blues

Stopped by the corner joint
To lighten my load
Ain't nothin' wrong
With a little nip for the road
It was Friday happy hour
The drinks were free
But I just went ahead and paid anyway
'Cuz there ain't no Friday for me

Every day's a Monday
Every day is a Monday
The eagle flies on Friday
And the vulture flies on Monday for me

Saint Peter called for me
Lord, don't you know
He sent the Grim Reaper down for me
He said "Boy, it's time to go"
He reached out his long black hand
To take me away
I said "It's only Tuesday bud
Come back in seven days"

You're gonna have to take me on a Monday
'Cuz all I know is Monday
The eagle flies on Friday
And the raven flies on Monday for me