I got out of work and I headed for the neighborhood beer joint I sat around and had a beer with the boys like I always do Well I didn't have nothin' to say anyway there ain't no point There's just something 'bout a Monday that always makes me blue
Well it was well after dark so I knew my wife and kids were waitin' And I guess I took a left where I generally take a right Well I filled her up with gas, checked the oil at the Texaco station I threw the car seat in the dumpster and headed off into the night
Woo-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh There's somethin' 'bout a Monday that always makes me blue Well I headed south on 35 hell bent for vinyl I hadn't never had her up past 55 before
Well somethin' 'bout that little red line always looked so final Buddy you'd be surprised how fast a Chevrolet truck can go
Now, down in Mexico they've got a little place called Boystown Where a man's still a man if you know what I'm talkin' about Well, I walked into the Cadillac bar and I laid my cash down I said "there's plenty more where that came from" and the lights went out
Well I woke up in a county jail 'cross the line in Laredo With a headache and a deputy staring at me through the door Well he said "Now how you got across that river alive, I don't know But your wife just made your bail so now you're really dead for sure"
Now my wife, she called my boss and cried so I got my job back And the boys down at the plant, they whisper and stare at me Yea well my wife can find a lot of little jobs to keep me on the right track Well, but that's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously
Yeah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-wee That's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously
$0.99
