They call it stormy Monday,
But Tuesday's a hurricane.
Wednesday's even worse without you babe.
Thursday's also sad,
And Friday's just as bad,
Saturday ain't worth the wait without you babe.
I'll spend my first Sunday in church
Prayin' all day,
For you to come back baby.
They call it stormy Monday,
Since my baby went away.
Tuesday's been a hurricane
Cause my baby went away again,
Wednesday's even worse
Its like livin' with a curse without you babe.
Thursday's also sad,
And Friday's just as bad,
Saturday ain't worth the wait.
Then Sunday came like it was fate,
And I prayed for you all over again.
Every Monday's stormy without you
And every day just gets more blue.