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Sunday, is just like any other day
It always forgives me for my weekend ways.

Just a little bit shorter on the top,
But a little bit longer in the back.

Monday, just keeps fucking with my head
John Stamos, when his career was alive and not dead

But I'll just keep on what I'm on,
And I won't wake and bake until the break of dawn.
Crazy thoughts run through my brain,
This mullet on my head drives me insane.

M-U-L-L-E-T!

Monday, is not like any other day
It always forgives me for my weekend ways.
Sunday, is just like any other day   It always forgives me for my weekend ways.      Just a little bit shorter on the top,   But a little bit longer in the back.      Monday, just keeps fucking with my head   John Stamos, when his career was alive and not dead      But I'll just keep on what I'm on,   And I won't wake and bake until the break of dawn.   Crazy thoughts run through my brain,   This mullet on my head drives me insane.      M-U-L-L-E-T!      Monday, is not like any other day   It always forgives me for my weekend ways.