Monday lyrics

[Verse 1: Tom Scott]
When it all started
I was lyin' in my bed, countin' all the sheep leap
Flyin' through my head, snorin' in my deep sleep
Jumpin' on the stage, rhymin' to this mean beat
Then it stopped, and the crowd started yellin' 'beep beep'
Then I woke up (Huh?) Colder than a snow cone
Late for my job, think I'll pull a no-show
Dude on my right shoulder's like "Nah, don't go"
Nerd on my left's like "Gotta get the dough, bro"
Chur, bro, you're right, but I'd rather have a doze, though
"Yeah, but what about the bill for the home phone?"
"Yeah, but what about the boss? He's a homo
He makes you work all day without a f*ckin' smoko?"
Ah f*ck, gotta get the dough, though
Tryna put my album out and I ain't signed to Stones Throw
So I guess I gotta work until I got my own show
And watch the whole day go by, it's just that

[Chorus: Tom Scott]
Every day (Every day)
Same old sh*t (Same old sh*t)
It's that every day (Every day)
Same old boring, same old sh*t
Every day (Every day)
Same old sh*t (Same old sh*t)
It's that every day
sh*t that happens to me (Every day)
[Verse 2: Tom Scott]
"Yeah, if you could, mate" (What?)
"Put these rubbish bags out on the back dock
And grab that mop, mate, you missed this here black spot
Top chap, Scott!" "Yeah, up your crack boss"
"Um, what was that?" "Sweet as, boss! You fat c*ck"
"Oh great mate, anybody wanna clean the-" "Bags not"
"Lock the gate, mate, here's the code for the padlock"
"Padlock?!" Flat screen, plus laptop
Plus black hoodie equals ka-ching jackpot
All I gotta do is get a car and a ski mask
I already know where that c*nt put the keycard
And there's more squid in his safe than at sea mart
So when I'm done, I can probably build a theme park
Then get a jet plane for me and my sweetheart
Plus some '0's for the bro's, that'll be mean, huh?
Oh sh*t, I forgot the security guard
I guess I gotta keep working for this retard

[Chorus: Tom Scott]
It's that every day (Every day)
Same old sh*t (Same old sh*t)
It's that every day (Every day)
Same old boring, same old sh*t
Every day (Every day)
Same old sh*t (Same old sh*t)
It's that every day
sh*t that happens to me (Every day)
[Verse 3: Tom Scott]
The day finished
And I raced home quicker than a Red Cross first-aid
Clothes looking dirtier than girls at the bird cage
Walked through the door looking like I seen a mermaid
Dinner on the table for me like it was my birthday
"Ah" "Hey, how was work, babe?" "Ha, I'm f*ckin' awesome!"
"Awesome?" "Oh, nah, it was awful, I mean the sauce is
Nah, I was bored stiff, had no one to talk with
But I pulled a couple mean dougheys on the forklift, but
How was your day?" "Oh, it was okay
Thanks for asking, hey, fill me up some O.J.?"
"Oh, shucks, that was dope, babe" "Hey, I'll wash, you dry"
"I-oughta-do-the-dishes-even-though-you-cooked-the-food guy
Just sit down, babe, chill, let the time go."
"Yeah, but what about the dis-" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, they can dry, though"
Then we watch some TV, had a cup of Milo
And let the night go, without me shoutin' like a psycho
And there wasn't no one givin' orders like a manager
No one lookin' through my texts like "Who's Pamela?"
I was on top of sh*t, like Canada
Turn the lights off, cross Monday off the calendar
Night night

[Chorus: Tom Scott]
It's that every day (Every day)
Same old sh*t (Same old sh*t)
It's that every day (Every day)
Same old boring, same old sh*t
Every day (Every day)
Same old sh*t (Same old sh*t)
It's that every day
sh*t that happens to me (Every day)
[Outro: Darrell Banks]
You got the kind of love
Makes me believe in myself
You got the kind of love
Makes me believe in myself
You got the kind of love
Makes me believe in myself
You got the...