All my days been slippin’ away

It ain’t my business but it makes the pay

And I want off this hook someday

But it ain’t gonna happen so I’ll stay

Round around this wheel turns

It’s not unlike that story you’ve heard

Of the man who hung himself by his shirt

Cuz it’s five to nine now it’s time to go to work

But oh Monday hey Friday slips away

Oh Monday Hey Friday slipped

It’s not enough to make ends meet

It sure ain’t enough to get enough to eat

But all good men pull themselves to their feet

So I’ll stand at attention and I’ll take the heat

But oh Monday hey Friday slips away

Oh Monday Hey Friday slipped

Oh Monday hey Friday slips away

Oh Monday Hey Friday slipped

No end in sight just yet

But sure, surely I’ll retire when

I’ve paid my debt with blood and my sweat

Then I’ll turn in my notice

And I’ll go to bed