Texty:
Hear Say Monday Monday

time Monday, Monday, can't trust that day Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way Oh Monday, Monday, won't go away Monday, Monday, it's here to stay Oh Monday, Monday Oh Monday, Monday

To the center of the dance floor Like TP for my bung hole and it's cool if you let one go Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little poot poot

is was a 3rd Monday You came along to be the one for me And now I'm so all alone, I'm sitting here by the phone (The phone) Called to say that you're

, tell me why Why don't you write me? A letter would brighten my loneliest evening Mail it today if it's only to say That you're leaving me, why don't you write? Monday

On a Monday, I am waiting Tuesday, I am fading And by Wednesday I can't sleep Then the phone rings, I hear you And the darkness is a clear view Cause

hear what I got to say I'm out this bitch 'til Monday It's Friday, it's pay day Everything gon' go my way day Everybody gonna hear what I got to say

To the center of the dance floor Like TP for my bung hole and it's cool if you let one go Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little poot poot

to sing You could hear John Henry from a mile or more You could hear John Henry's hammer ring, Lord, Lord You can hear John Henry's hammer ring I say,

You know back before everybody knew my name Before all the jewelry the fame and the cheers When i was just the kid with the big old ears In west Philadelphia born and raised That's the phrase you hear on Mondays