Not Bad - For a Monday
Originally published at Big Ugly Man Doll. You can comment here or there.
OK, this came to me driving in to work this morning, and as usual I felt the need to inflict this on share this with you all! I’m blatently cross-posting from Free Range Poetry, where it can be found at http://www.freerangepoetry.com/?p=149. Also, you need to remember - Jimmy Buffet is singing this to you. Not me. As you read it, imagine Jimmy Buffet singing it. In fact, if any of you know Jimmy Buffet, please point this out to him and let him know it’s for sale!
Without further ado…
“How ya doin’?”
“Oh, I’m not bad… For a Monday.”
Well I’m not bad for a Monday
I could use another Sunday
I need a weekend with One More Day
But even if I had it I know I’d say
That I’m not bad … for a Monday.
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I got into the office and it’s too damn loud
My feet are on the floor but my head’s in a cloud
And the prospect of the work-week has my spirit cowed
But I’m not bad - for a Monday
And my wallet’s empty but my head is full
Of angry squirrels, with maracas, and no sense of timing
But I’m OK. Not bad, really.
For a Monday.
Well I’m not bad for a Monday
I can’t remember much of Sunday
I need a weekend with One More Day
But even if I had it I know I’d say
That I’m not bad … for a Monday.
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Well the weekend was a blur, it went by so fast
My arm’s in a sling and my leg’s in a cast
And I don’t really know what was in that pipe they passed
But I’m not bad for a Monday
My ex won an Oscar for playing herself
In a movie she wrote about what a jerk I am
But that’s all right. Not bad, really.
For a Monday.
Well I’m not bad for a Monday
I can’t remember much of Sunday
I need a weekend with One More Day
But even if I had it I know I’d say
That I’m not bad … for a Monday.
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Friday it all started out so well
Half a case of beer for our thirsts to quell
Who could guess how fast it would all go to hell
But I’m not bad for a Monday.
I don’t think that beer was half the problem since we were OK until
My half-brother’s sister’s cousin showed up with that Tequila,
But we forgive him. It’s OK. Not bad, really.
For a Monday.
Well I’m not bad for a Monday
I could’ve lived without Sunday
I need a weekend with One More Day
But even if I had it I know I’d say
That I’m not bad … for a Monday.
I don’t remember much of Sunday
I need a weekend with One More Day
But even if I had it I know I’d say
That I’m not bad … for a Monday.
Yeah, I’m not bad … for a Monday.