Lyrics:

The alarm clock ting-a-ling ringing in my head

I woke up dog-tired, beat down, half dead
Trying to recover from another wild weekend
Chugging down coffee while I should have been sleeping
Well, it sure is Monday, isn't it now?
Gotta get myself through the week somehow
I had a ball Friday, Saturday and Sunday
But it's all over now, and it sure is Monday
Oh, I got to the job site at a quarter past nine

And somehow I stayed awake til' lunchtime

And then I caught a little nap, stretched out in my truck bed
My feet still twitching to the music in my head

Well, it sure is Monday, ain't it the truth?
I partied too hardy, now I'm paying my dues
I had a ball Friday, Saturday and Sunday
But it's all over now, and it sure is Monday

Well, it sure is Monday, ain't it a sin?

I gotta work my way through the week again
I had a ball Friday, Saturday and Sunday
But it's all over now, and it sure is Monday
Yeah, it's all over now and it sure is Monday