: Can I holla. Would you mind if I spend a little time. You don't have to be alone. I can call you on the phone? Can I holla. Whats the deal. Can I
ain't stoppin' (Cheeba, cheeba y'all) (Get crunk y'all) Till we get to Monday morning, uh, oh, uh, oh (And you don't stop) [Incomprehensible] It's Monday Let's get it on
is Young Hov Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday Back to L.A. This ain't
go To all the thing that we shared and nothing can compare I thank you, I thank you, I thank you is what I'm saying I remember waking up early Monday
before my eyes, a rotten pizza covered up with flies This just ain't the life for me, don't wanna end up like Lenny, Jake and Jesse Can't seem to go to
used Why you can't settle down? Write a song, I'll sing along Soon you will know that you are sane You're on top of the world again Monday morning wake
hell of a time Hell of a time Six o'clock in the morning, my head is spinning Here we go again I am walking the line, one day at a time For that goddamn man Can't
talk baseball anyday wanna play [Repeat Chorus:] She can say isn't or she can say ain't you can tell her she can but don't tell her she can't [Repeat
'm sad Things feel different don't know why feeling lonely, want to cry feeling lonely, want to cry Monday morning, learned everybody's names we go
Monday morning horror, breakfast on my shirt Everything is wrong today Traffic driver me crazy, my blood is running hot Time is always slipping away Bum
prayer 'fore I leave so I can get back It's easy like Sunday mornings with a six pack Monday I'm back on the road and I respect that Gotta go break a
m not the talented kind I always go to the circus on Sunday And there I can laugh at the people I see But when I leave home in the morning on Monday
and pizza to chew There's Monday morning and Friday night Saturday, Sunday too Why wait for your rocket When you can't go? Time comes, you can't stop it When you don't
the day It?s too late to let all your feelings show Go on ?til the night is swept away Ride on? run ?til early morning sun Ride on? like the morning
Monday morning So, so ordinary same old story Ey, o, ey, o, ey, o, ey, o, ey, o No, they don't wanna go, ey, o, ey, o No, no, they don't wanna go, ey
go Any jobber got the sack Monday morning, turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go But, oh, that magic feeling Nowhere to go Oh, that magic feeling Nowhere to go
t have to be alone I can call you on the phone Can I holla what's the deal Can I holla I'm for real (I'm for real) You don't have to be alone Oooohhhh