Issue No 192 Friday I Hate Fuking Mondays Lyrics

(Verse)
Monday comes and I don't wanna get outta bed
You know how lazy I can be
I don't even have my clothes ready
So take me back to yesterday
When there was nothin' to worry about
I hate fucking Mondays
Tuesdays got me backlogged, I did't do shit yesterday
My filthy boss didn't even come to work
I shoulda stayed home in bed
My ex is comin' by later on to take all his stuff away
I hate fucking Tuesdays

(Chorus)
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

(Verse 2)
Wednesday works a bitch I'm gonna get wasted tonight
Not another day I can take without a bottle of wine
So I put my sexy dress on, mac my face and strut to a bar
No mo' boyfriends, so it's time fo' me to show who I are
Thursday morning I'm so weary
So hungover, forgot to charge my 'Berry
Puke on my carpet, fuck my phone, fuck my life!
Can't even Tweet about it, I hate fucking Thursdays

(Chorus)
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

(Bridge)
And Friday comes along
They're playing my favorite song
And Friday comes along
I can't do nothing wrong
Nothin' wrong, nothin' wrong
Nothin' wrong
And Friday comes along, and Friday comes along
And Friday comes along and everybody screams!!

(Chorus)
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh