Moonday, Moonday

Moonday, Moonday, so good in theoreeee.
Moonday morning, a chance to sleep in but not feel guilteeee.
But Moonday mornin', Moonday mornin' can't guarantee
That not practicing won't make me real bitch-eee.

Moonday, Moonday, I look forward to you.
Moonday, Moonday, a chance to do all the things I need to dooooo.
But Moonday moornin' gives me no warnin' of what is to be
See, after Moonday, I have no flexibiliteeee.

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine for practicing.
Then whenever Moonday comes, intead of psyched that Moonday comes
I find I whine all of the time.

Moonday, Moonday, seems like 'twould be good
Moonday mornin', a chance to start the day with food.
But Moonday mornin', Mooday mornin' I always wake up feeling ill
Cause Moonday Eve I eat red meat, I get my fill.

Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, for practicing.
Then whenever Moonday comes, instead of psyched that Moonday comes
I find I'm hung from all of the wine.

Moonday, Moonday, don't be fooled by the way
Mooday, Moonday, seems like a chance to play.
Oh Moonday, Moonday, after Moonday, there's a price to pay
Oh Moonday, Moonday, next time be on Saturday....

YC
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