Mr. Monday

[Chorus]
Mr. Monday has something to say
Would never get the time of day
Mr. Monday has a story to tell
So he talking to himself
Mr. Monday knows only too well
All the roads that lead to Hell
Mr. Monday knows only too well

[Verse 1]
Every Monday he comes around
Picking up bottles from off the ground
Every Monday he comes around
Picking up bottles from off the ground
Beating them with a spoon and he prancin' to the sound
(Every Monday he comes around)
Some say he's mad, some say he’s just a clown
(Every Monday he comes around)
It was not so from the start
Hurt in the head or the heart
No one could say
One day he just fell apart
And loss followed upon loss
Wife and child added to the cost that he would bear
No one would share his cross

[Chorus]
Mr. Monday has something to say
(Mr. Monday) Would never get the time of day
Mr. Monday has a story to tell
(Mr. Monday) So he talking to himself
Mr. Monday knows only too well
(Mr. Monday) All the roads that lead to Hell
Mr. Monday knows only too well (Mr. Monday)

[Bridge]
(Monday, Monday)
(Monday, Monday)
(Monday, Monday)
(Monday, Monday)

[Verse 2]
The man only wanted a home
So he went to the bank and he got a loan
The man only wanted a home
So he went to the bank and he got a loan (Monday, Monday)
When his fortunes fell, the bank turned him out to roam
(The man only wanted a home)
He prayed for bread but instead he got a stone
(The man only wanted a home)
The following years were unkind
They tore and chipped at his mind
Until the day when he was locked away
And no one came out to meet
Him on the day of his release into the street
And the glare of day

[Outro]
Mr. Monday has something to say
Would never get the time of day
(Mr. Monday)
(Mr. Monday)
(Mr. Monday)
(Mr. Monday)
(Mr. Monday)
(Mr. Monday)