Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday morning, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh, Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evening, you would still be here with me
Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh, Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me?
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes
But whenever Monday comes
You can find me crying all of the time
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Some Lyrics to Ponder
I’m a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes
And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold
Sometimes I am given pause to think when
I consider what we could call the good life
When it comes to the city versus the country life
Well, I must say that I far prefer a farmer’s wife
Breakfast with the master in the morning
Feel the breeze and brush against a cow’s leg – mmm!
Harry After Dark
I shot half a day with graduation stuff, so I’m just going to throw out a favorite Nilsson clip of mine as a comment cleaner (but, seriously, it’s worth watching):
Burt at the White House
Before we get back to the world of finance, enjoy some wonderful music in the background. I tripped across this earlier today, and – – with the exception of Mike Myers inexplicably being invited to sing “What’s New Pussycat?” – – it’s a joy.
Bicycle
A little late night music to break things up; I used to do cross country bicycling pretty seriously as a young person, and this was one of my favorite songs back then:
