St. Monday Lyrics

Monday and the afternoon,
Is baring down on me.
I'm watching the clock and,
The clock is watching me.

Nobody can say what the matter is,
I'm trying to recharge my batteries,

I'm a hard worker,
But I ain't working on a Monday.
I'm a hard worker,
But I ain't working on a Monday.
A hard working fellow
I ain't working on a Monday,
St. Monday's still the weekend to me.

Two dozen enquiries,
Are on hold for me.
My shift supervisor,
Is staring hard at me.

Don't have to be here
But you know I can,
Don't wanna be here
But you know that

I'm a hard worker,
But I ain't working on a Monday.
I'm a hard worker,
But I ain't working on a Monday.
A hard working fellow
I ain't working on a Monday,
St. Monday's still the weekend to me.

Somewhere out on the road,
I just wanna be free.
I don't wanna do as I'm told,
Don't wanna work 4, 5, 6 days
And turn around,
Want to get high on life,
But first I've gotta get me back home.

Nobody can say what the matter is,
I'm trying to recharge my batteries,

I'm a hard worker,
But I ain't working on a Monday.
I'm a hard worker,
But I ain't working on a Monday.
A hard working fellow
I ain't working on a Monday,
A hard working fellow
I ain't working on a Monday,
No!