Well,
it’s almost Monday morning, wunce agin without no warnin
Said
things was getting better cause us ducks caint get much wetter
I
aint no bailed-out bankin snob or getting by on your basic welfare fraud
Yup,
its halfpast Sunday evnin, and it sure aint no help ta grievin
Yessir,
it’s almost Monday morning and who was it said poverty is boring
Took
the kids out fer their school clothes but they just wanted them new
iPhones
They
aint goin to no sock hops and they wont wear stuff from no thrift
shops
And
its halfpast Sunday evnin, so maybe I’ll jest take to thievin
Hey,
it’s almost Monday mornin and the wife’s jist back from whorin
Ma
old truck needs new tires and I still aint fixed them melted wires
Caint
buy no real cigarettes but we’re still gettin good fastfood
nerishmint
Sure
its halfpast Sunday evnin and once more I get this dream of leavin
Listen,
it’s almost Monday morning and the traffics not yet quite roaring
99
weeks of unemployment aint exactly what I’d think of as enjoyment
All
the kids can text but their meds give em readin side effects
Once
again it’s halfpast Sunday evnin and I heard them liberals schemin
It’s
almost Monday mornin and we done drunk up the rent again, little
dorlin
Got
doctors down to the ER, but that free dentist is just too damn far
Already
sucked up all the good beer, looks like my youngest really is queer
Wow,
it’s halfpast Sunday evening but see I get this trouble breathin
Christ,
it’s almost Monday mornin and the bill collecters will be callin
Hey,
its really just like its rainin so there aint no use to complainin
The
broke junk all comes from Shanghai and their phones all go ta Mumbai
Holy
shit, it’s halfpast Sunday evenin with nothin to believe in
Whoa,
it’s almost Monday morning and I still aint buyin that global
warmin
We
get Cheetos with our food stamps so this modular aint no refugee camp
Blame
it mainly on them squishes so I aint takin no job washin dishes
Man,
it’s halfpast Sunday evenin and the grandkids wont stop screemin
Look
out, it’s almost Monday mornin and this hangover’s sure is
splittin
Sissie
run off to live with her real dad when they met up down to Rehab
The
wife stays somewhere over the rainbow and I got a growth on my elbow
Why
it’s halfpast Sunday evenin and I still caint git in touch with my
real feelins