So you say your Monday didn’t go well. Then try these lyrics that I referenced this morning instead:
The toast is burning, the kids won’t eat.
The bacon splattered on my bare feet.
The kids are screaming, the dog’s in heat.
It’s Monday morning in paradise.
Grandad’s complaining about his heart.
The brand-new toaster just flew apart.
It started snowing, the car won’t start.
It’s Monday morning in paradise.
It’s Monday morning, a brand-new day,
A new day dawning with hell to pay.
It’s Monday morning, I mean to say,
They seem to come every other day.
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My son, the genius, has lost a shoe.
His father’s socks are one black, one blue.
And here comes my old friend, the flu.
It’s Monday morning in paradise.
It’s Monday morning, a brand-new day,
A new day dawning with hell to pay.
It’s Monday morning, I mean to say,
They seem to come every other day.
The toast is burning, the kids won’t eat.
The bacon splattered on my bare feet.
The kids are screaming, the dog’s in heat.
It’s Monday morning in paradise. |
