Monday Mourning Ant Brigade

Monday morning, I woke up late
I feel like shit and I can't see straight
One last drink was a bad idea
I'm on the bowl with diarrhea

Out the door, in a fog
Barked at by the neighbor's dog
Forgot my keys, I went back inside
I got a flat so I can't ride

My phone rings, ah gee, now what
I'm an idiot, so I pick it up

Now I've held up all my life
My greedy landlord, he's wasting my time
He wants his money or we got to trial
He's got penis envy denial

Another weekend, I didn't get laid
It's a monday morning ant brigade
Another weekend, I didn't get laid
It's a monday morning ant brigade

Fuck it all, no regrets
I'm staying in, and you can bet
It sucks outside in the pouring rain
I'll smoke some pot and fry my brain

Tom cut the record down to the bone
I'm a sure shot, rocking the microphone

Another weekend, I didn't get laid
It's a monday morning ant brigade
I've got the monday mornings (He's got the mondays)
I've got the monday mornings (He's got the mondays)
I've got the monday mornings (He's got the mondays)
I've got the monday mornings (He's got the mondays)
Monday (I've got the monday mornings)
Tuesday (I've got the monday mornings)
Wednesday (I've got the monday mornings)
Thursday (I've got the monday mornings)
Friday (I've got the monday mornings)
Saturday (I've got the monday mornings)
Sunday (I've got the monday mornings)
Monday (I've got the monday mornings)