I hardly started Sunday and yet soon it will be Monday, where's the ****** fairness gone, She says, John, get a grip, the week ahead won't trip you up and anyway, she says, work is good for you,
who's she trying to kid?

oh! but
this kid knows what side is bread is buttered on, oh yeah, and that means that I must go on and on until the horizon fills my eyes and on and on, guess I'm mumbling now and wondering how the day went so fast.