Lyrics

Every Friday night these blues start comin? on strong
And it seems like a month of Sundays ?till the weekend?s gone
That?s why I can?t wait to get back to that nine to five grind
?Cause that?s the only time that I can leave your memory behind

(Chorus)
Thank God It?s Monday
And I can get my mind off a you
Thank God It?s Monday
That long and lonely weekend is through

On the weekend I think of all the things we used to do
Before you ran off and found yourself someone new
When there?s time on my hands I think of the good times we had
When I spend my time workin? I don?t have time to feel bad
(Repeat Chorus)