Sundays feel like Mondays
And those days
We hate them too.
Sundays feel like Mondays
And these days
We hate them too.
And you know Sunday in the morning
without a warning
it comes for you
We can hide it in the jungle
or in a bundle
but it will get to you
Sundays feel like Mondays
And these days
We hate them too.
A cup of coffee in the morning
will keep you rolling
and you'll pass it through
A trip to Greece or to Barbados
A night in Sweden
a home in Peru
A ball in Rome
Sundays feel like Mondays
And these days
We hate them too.
Oh you Sundays
And I hate Mondays too
Tuesdays don't work...
And she's laughing and that's good
Oh Sundays
we'll get rid of Mondays!
And February and March
and all the ****in months...
Sundays feel like Mondays
And these days
We hate them too.
We hate them too.