Lyrics:

Woke up and I heard someone holler down,
You're broke 'cause you know that the dollar's down.
The dog died and the cat's got a butcher knife.
My girl is living with the preacher's wife.
Whoa, and they just closed Camelot.
And the list goes on and on and on..

It's got to be Monday.
Monday, Monday.
No other day makes me feel this way.
It's got to be Monday.
Monday, some day,
I'm going to find myself the great escape.
Yeah, yeah.

Somedays make you just want to stay in bed,
Pull the blanket way up on your head,
Lock the door and then throw away the key,
Make the day feel just like history.
Whoa, my strength is nearly gone,
And the list goes on and on and on...

It's got to be Monday.
Monday, Monday.
No other day makes me feel this way.
It's got to be Monday.
Monday, some day,
I'm going to find myself the great escape.
Yeah, yeah.

I woke up and I thought I heard a voice,
Say 'Boy now you ain't got a choice',
Monday comes every seven days,
And there's no such thing as a great escape.
Whoa, so I said 'Hey thanks a lot!'
And the list goes on and on and on ...

It's got to be Monday.
Monday, Monday.
No other day makes me feel this way.
It's got to be Monday.
Monday, some day,
I'm going to find myself the great escape.

It's got to be Monday.
Monday, Monday.
No other day makes me feel this way.
It's got to be Monday.
Monday, some day,
I'm going to find myself the great escape.
Yeah, yeah.

It's got to be Monday,
It's got to be Monday,
It's got to be Monday,
It's got to be Monday,