Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday
You lazed about The family
The barbecue canceled by the rain
You okay Are you sure you're okay
You're not hiding something from me
A divorce A cancer Your mother-in-law
And every week we start that refrain again
Telling ourselves tomorrow might be better
We face and fight some problems
By buying little blue pills
As strong as we want to be
We try to do what we can
We chase happiness at all costs
On a Monday in the sun the mood is rainy
A week ends, it adds to the counter
They talk to us about crisis
And everybody freaks out
We fall asleep in soft-drug smoke
To forget that every day the State robs us
We comfort ourselves by consuming, our comfort
Often leaves us so alone
And then with no solution
Every Sunday that relentless blues comes back
Tomorrow, Monday will be wicked
I won't let myself get crushed
By bad vibes and gloom
Don't just settle, but try
Otherwise your dreams are buried
Heat it up, heat it up, yeah you hear
The thumping in your eardrums
Sing, sing that can-can
Listen, taste wicked Monday