| Monday Blues |
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| Lyrics |
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Monday William Beach © 2003 Got two cars with sort term tires. Got three lamps with exposed wires Got four loaves of old moldy bread. Got five days left till the weekend I said. Its Monday Morning and I get so tired Tellin myself, you're gonna get fired Why do we have to work so much For so many people so out of touch? We pay our taxes they go up in smoke They treat our money like its some kind of joke Why did I ever read the Sunday News? I always end up with the Monday Blues. Got two socks that don't make a match Got three keys that don't fit any latch Got four cans of half empty beer Got five days left till the weekend gets here (Repeat Chorus) Got two years still to pay on my car Got three more on the one in the yard Got four times more going out than's coming in Got five days left till the damn weekend (Repeat Chorus) |
| Credits |
| Lyrics Credits: WIlliam Beach |
| Music Credits: WIlliam Beach |
| Producer Credits: WIlliam Beach |
| Publisher Credits: WIlliam Beach |
| Performance Credits: WIlliam Beach |
| Label Credits: WIlliam Beach |
| Description |
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Short Song Description: Everybody understands the Monday Blues! |
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| Metadata |
| Song Length: 4:15 |
| Primary Genre: Blues-Rock |
| Secondary Genre: Rock-Classic |
| Tempo: Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
| Lead Vocal: Male Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1: Money |
| Mood 1: Annoyed |
| Language: English |
| Era: 2000 and later |