The Week of Living Dangerously

Well, I've got out of work and I headed for the neighborhood beer joint I sat around and had a beer with the boys like I always do Well, I didn't have nothing to say anyway, there ain't no point There's something about a Monday that always makes me blue Well, it was well after dark so I knew my wife and kids were waiting And I guess I took a left where I generally take a right Well, I filled her up with gas and checked the oil at the Texaco station I threw the car seat in a dumpster and I headed out into the night Woo-ooh, woo-woo-woo There's something about a Monday that always makes me blue Well, I headed south on 35, hellbent for vinyl I hadn't never had her up past 55 before Well something about that little red line always looked so final Buddy, you'd be surprised how fast a Chevrolet truck can go Now down in Mexico, they've got a little place called Boystown Where a man's still a man, if you know what I'm talking about Well, I walked into the Cadillac bar and I laid my cash down I said, "There's plenty more where that came from" and the lights went out Woo-ooh, woo-woo-woo There's something 'bout a Monday that always makes me blue Now I woke up in a county jail 'cross the line in Laredo I had a headache and a deputy staring at me through the door He said, "How you got across that river alive, I don't know But your wife just made your bail, so now you're really dead for sure" Now my wife, she called my boss and she lied and so I got my job back And the boys down at the plant whisper and stare at me Well, my wife can find a lot of little jobs to keep me on the right track That's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously Woo-ooh, woo-woo-wee That's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously Hey, woo!