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!
