Case of the Mondays

It's only Monday and I already need a drink
Been working nine to five all day long
I still can't even think

There's a bar walking distance
I could be right there in an instant
I'm jealous that it's five o'clock somewhere else
The minute hand hasn't moved at all
I try to hide from my supervisor in the hall

Looking out the window and I see a stretched limo
And that's all the proof I need
I wanna hang with the girls out smoking weed
That's when they start to wave back at me
So my stupid ass jumps down and I land into a tree

So I start my weekend early
After three beers in my visions blurry

I always confuse my lust with desire
If I go back to work I'll get fired
The cop tells me touch my nose
Will I ever find my fucking clothes
Did I mention it's only a Monday

I don't remember my own password
No, I can't resight the alphabet backward

Drinking Cult 45 at the Police station
I'm charged with public intoxication
I start to play a game
Where I never tell anyone my name
And I don't feel bad for getting away with it

Even with the terrible things I've done
I'd still say this day was number one
Just hanging out and having fun
I'll leave some room for the next one

And here we go again on a Monday
Here we go again on a Monday