monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating
tuesday opens awfully sore
wednesday knows
it's thursday's tow
once more

friday shows up for the party
saturday sleeps in late
sunday feels it's best
to take itself to rest
for when

monday comes in with a beating...

We were born into a song
Sing it still now that we've grown
The melody remains the same
Though the words have slightly changed

If you please, come sing with me
Mixing lives in harmony
Perfect pitch, tinder keys
As together we're all born to sing

I took a broom to seven generations
of moths in the spare bedroom closet
when I saw the red wool sweater in a box
with crossed white cloth baseball bats
sewn on the back and a # 1 patch smack
dab on the heart; the window to my past
shattered like glass on a long ago Saturday.

I must admit as well as appreciate,
I have the best father, my good fate.

All along, I had been wrong,
I have been cranky, stupid and ignorant
Yet you were there to make me strong,
And make my incoherent thoughts coherent.

Sorry for my mistake that I did make,
I'll correct it all, For your kindness's sake...
I promise to improve exponentially,
I feel high potentially...
To connect with etiquette,
That I thought you lacked initially..

But you are my dad,
You were meant to win finally
But I promise I would change,
And win this game, eventually

Music is like a drug;
Its addictive,
So is love.