Monday Morning Ant Brigade Songtext
von The Bouncing Souls

Monday morning, I woke up late
I feel like shit, and I can′t see straight
One last drink was a bad idea
I'm on the bowl with diarrhea

Out the door in a fog
Barked at by the neighbor′s dog
Forgot my keys, I went back inside
I got a flat, so I can't ride
The phone rings, aw jeez, now what?
I'm an idiot, so I pick it up (hello?)

Now, I′m held up on my line
My cretin landlord, he′s wasting my time
He wants his money, or we go to trial
He's got penis, envy denial

Another weekend I didn′t get laid
It's a Monday morning ant brigade
Another weekend I didn′t get paid
It's a Monday morning ant brigade, go


Fuck it all, no regrets
I′m staying in, and you can bet
It sucks outside in the pouring rain
I'll smoke some pot, fry my brain

Thom cut the record down to the bone
I'm the sure shot rocking the microphone

Another weekend I didn′t get laid
It′s a Monday morning ant brigade (go, go, go)

I got the Monday mornings (he's got the Monday)
I got the Monday mornings (he′s got the Monday)
I got the Monday mornings (she's got the Monday)
I got the Monday mornings for (she′s got the Monday)

Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday (he's got the Monday)
Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday (he′s got the Monday) (Tuesday)
Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday (he's got the Monday) (Wednesday)
Monday, Monday

Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday (he's got the Monday) (Saturday)
Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday (he′s got the Monday) (Sunday)
Monday, Monday, Monday, Monday (he′s got the Monday) (Monday)