It’s the money that makes you sad..

Monday, you bitch, you’re here again,

You suck my blood and make me sick,

So-so sick that I want to quit,

The job that refuses to let me sit.

I so want to quit and do what I love to bits,

Clickety click a lot of food,

Dance like a hippie and wake up in good mood.

I hope for a day when you’ll be a friend,

Who’ll wake me up to the life I dream,

For you dear Monday ain’t that bad,

It’s the money that makes you so very sad.