Amos Moses

Monday don’t mean anything to me
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Oh Monday don’t mean anything
All the people in the house sing
Monday don’t mean anything to me
In this motel I call home
TB sheets, no tv, no telephone
Neon lights so bright they burn my eyes
Russian businessmen next door keepin' me up all night
In the doorway 'cross the street
Stands a girl, that I used to meet
She don’t wait for me, she’s waiting for her man
Guess we’re both doing just the best we can
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Oh Monday don’t mean anything
All the people in the house sing
Monday don’t mean anything to me
I asked the mirror, «What do you see?»
She said «Keep your shades on, when you clean your teeth.»
Oh that ain’t funny honey
Have you heard the news?
I’ve got a brand new plan
To beat the blues
Revelation, sweet revelation
I’ll take no orders from authority
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Oh Monday don’t mean anything
All the people in the house sing
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Oh Monday don’t mean anything
All the people in the house sing
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Monday don’t mean anything to me
Oh Monday don’t mean anything
All the people in the house sing
Monday don’t mean anything to me