The Busters - Monday lyrics

You're late for work, you've gotta run The weekend went by, now it's gone The first sh** of the day, is the dog sh** on your way You're stuck in traffic jam You swear as loud as you can Why's it always only you Kept up by fools with nothing to do You're so poor you've got it bad No one can be half as sad You're not the only person to be hurt Things go wrong and you can't help it If you ain't blind you can tell it Sometimes it's Monday all over the world At work no one's really nice Except for all these little lies Like: you're looking good today Can't they see it's a Monday? You're so poor you've got it bad... Cars break down and couples fight That really sounds unique Your hairstylist should go to jail And your best friend is a freak Your soccer team lost every game You feel just the same You get into your car And scratch your bosses Jaguar You're so poor you've got it bad...