Slow Monday

And a good woman, but she’s stubborn as hell
Decent job, pour me some beers after the bills
But I hate these slow Monday afternoons
Work five days a week
Maybe two Sundays a month
And I make enough to give my baby all she wants
And ya I guess I make a good wage
And I guess I shouldn’t complain
But I hate these slow Monday afternoons
Ah well there’s so much I wanna do
But I work all week
So when I get free
I stay out late and I act a fool
All the other days just slip by
I don’t notice them at all
Ah but any given Monday
Any time afternoon day
You’ll likely find me staring at the clock up on the wall
So I’m on the last legs of a losing season
I’m setting myself out ‘cause I need no more reason
To hate these slow Monday afternoons