Sleepy Sunday morning, afternoons in the sun Monday is waiting, waiting its turn Daylight has wilted, And even though our sky has cleared Time won't hesitate
away my sunshine here comes that rainy day feeling again here comes that rainy day feeling again here comes that rainy day feeling again here comes that
She's a working girl Come Monday morning You see her waitin' On the street for her ride In an hour she'll be working In a tower made of steel in the
and me See the birds in the sea People on the streets Do whatever we please But every Monday morning comes Every Monday morning, yeah Oh every Monday morning comes Every Monday morning
I never liked Mondays or bad news Or breaking in new shoes And mornings when I can't find my phone Nobody likes traffic or short nights Or sit-ups or
It was late in the month of November She was loading up the wagon in the rain Said she'd be back in the morning But she never came through here again
hard on the gas Oh, this wheezin' old bus is complaining. The Dungeness winter is blowing its last It's cold, but for once it's not raining. "Good morning
did the boogie) Well, Monday morning was always bad But it was worth it all for the time I had Lord oh Lordy, how I wish it would rain Just the sun have
Boheme Used the spare ticket just for my coat I guess I should swallow my pride But I'd be damned if I hawked it outside In the pouring rain Monday morning
clock goes round and round And I get so tired of this old town But I still hang around though I know that there's nothing to do Seems every monday morning
everyone's feeling fine Well the room is full it's a Friday night We all wanna hear Wolly Bully Been a long hard day and a long hard life Monday morning
But I'd be damned if I'd hawk it outside In the pouring rain Us cd manticore/sony classical sk 89261 Promo card sleeve R. 19 october 2000 Monday morning
America, America America, America, America On Monday morning, ocean rain was fallin' On Tuesday morning, many friends are callin' Wednesday alone, stayin
something right. Their experience of the cops is: They ride around in riot vans all day(they can't walk anywhere. If they're so popular how come they
How come I feel like a wreck How come the skies are all gray How come my eyes are all red Why am I alone in bed You told me everything would be fine
Come out to the West Coast more often Aww it sounds good, ooooh What was you talkin about? Yeah [Chorus 2x - Raphael Saadiq] I got to leeeave here this mornin
Whoa, she's a working girl Come Monday morning, you see her waiting On the street for her ride In an hour she'll be working In a tower made of steel