, tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday I kick em in they raggely ass Take money from em everytime I bet against 'em I know it ain't fair But I swim with
'em out Monday and Wednesday I kick 'em in they raggely ass Take money from 'em and you know I better get some I know it ain't fair But I smoke with
birds whistle, the nightingales sing I met a fair maiden who sweetly did sing 'I'm going to be married next Monday morning' How old are you my fair
is only fair You know, I'm renowned And feel it's a lonely time I've had But it never felt that bad I tried to tell you that on Monday The day before
Monday Took her for a drink on Tuesday We were making love by Wednesday And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday We chilled on Sunday I met this girl on Monday
A little heartache goes a long way Guess this is what love's all about I missed on Monday, a terrible Tuesday Maybe someday I can work it out But here
stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath Fangles in my head, shake the song off Another manic Monday
Monday Mornin' The sun wasn't out You were lazy The fight was last night It didn't set right I was hazy But you were cool Actin' like nothin' happened
I was on the latter but a lot adopt pawns, so we carried lawn chairs and buckets of popcorn. [El-P] Pass the popcorn! [Aesop Rock] Brawl fair, cop
Monday morning, fiction on the tube Then sorting out the daily mail Nasty habit, read the horoscope Pick the skin around Her nails are shiny, made for
Born on Monday, Fair in face; Born on Tuesday, Full of God's grace; Born on Wednesday, Sour and sad; Born on Thursday, Merry and glad; Born on Friday,
New York winter, traffic squeals The city feels so old Late December taxi ride Then run inside it's cold Got your letters Monday I think or Tuesday I
Monday's so good Tuesday's so cruel One day you're so happy now The next day, you're in tears So you take it while you find it Or leave it like it is
, sir Oh, never mind, how are you on Tilsit? I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week Sir, we get it fresh on Monday Tish tish, no matter
play some time, all work no play is good for now You square I do declare become aware come over here Share this hyper-funky party atmosphere, I think it's fair
away on a song Lundi, vendredi et tous les autres jours Je fais le tour du monde Avec le bon dieu et tous les anges autour Le tour du, tour du monde Monday
I can't see a thing Radio's broken so I'm whistling New York to Nyack feels like a hundred miles It's not right, it's not fair I'm still a mess and
perdy ranchers daughter green as her golden hair Gonna pick her up at eight after some soap and water And we're headin' to the county fair Well there'