Wake up swearin' Monday Mornin'
At an Ingersoll alarm clock by my arm
The old woman's in the kitchen, suckin' tea,
So I reset the snooze alarm..
Start a new job at the fact'ry, not till eight
It's seven, more rest ain't no harm..
Buck, our blind hound dog snores on his back
And sounds just like a tractor pullin' hay..

I chugged three jugs the night before
Two hundred proof, white lightnin' I'd been cookin'
Drove the pick up to the mountains,
Where some toothless Blue ridge prostitutes were hookin'
Kept my cap low on my eyes,
So's I couldn't see how ugly they were lookin'
But a man still craves strange somethins'
Ev'ry now and then, an extra roll a' hay..

On a Monday mornin' mission..
Wishin' Lord, I wasn't stoned
Shoulda' kept a dry spell Sunday
'Feelin' like a catfish boned
Just an inhale short a' dyin'
Hard to tell blue sky from ground
Gonna' need fresh legs for walkin'
Monday Mornin' Comin' Down

In my dream, Carmen Electra,
Pam'la Anderson and me are on a threesome
It's a million dollar fantasy,
'Dont think I ever had one quite so glee-some
Just my bad luck, I wake up
before the action starts, and have to go and pee some..
Hurry back to bed, but they're gone
Guess they found another booze soaked mind to play

Got a Monday mornin' mission
Wishin' Lord, my head was calmed
Lot'sa moonshine belches swishin'
I'm feelin' like I was embalmed
All I need's a funeral service
Some mourners and the verses psalmed
Think I'll catch that job tomorrow..
Monday Mornin's Comin Down

Think I'll catch that job tomorrow,
Monday Mornin's Comin' Down