The Monday Blues

It's one of those days
Monday and its ways
Bob's on fine form
But that's just the norm
Nothing I try
To make the day go by
Is working, my friends
Can't wait 'til it ends
Everything's bust
And covered in rust
It's all such a pain
To top it all, rain...
Why can't things just work
Instead of driving me berserk
I don't ask for much
I've an easy going touch
Things seem to conspire
To set my mood on fire
You're supposed to do
What I ask you to
But I seem to have found
It's the other way around!
I'll find a way
To get through the day
There'll be a cost
Some sanity lost
And at half past six
If there's no further tricks
I can drive home and find
I've left Monday behind
Can't win can't lose
It's the Monday Blues...