Monday's a drag, Tuesday's never better
Wednesday sucks, and Thursdays wetter
Friday looks promising, but it never pans out
Saturday's boring, and Sunday's all shout
Friday night get drunk and get wild
Saturday alarm clock gets me riled
Sunday go to church and pray
Monday go back to work, hurray
Yeah right, work week gets me down
I always feel like leaving this town
Getting away even for a day
Foot on the pedal, no delay
A break from all this mess
Can't live with no more stress
A beach, a drink, and a lawn chair
No need to send up a flare
Living life in the slow lane
Never once using my brain
Never going to happen, but I can dream
Even though this life makes me wanna scream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem