Ain’t It The Truth

The alarm clock ting-a-ling ringin' in my head
I woke up dog tired, beat down, half dead
Tryin' to recover from another wild weekend
Chuggin' down coffee when I shoulda been sleepin'Well, it sure is Monday ain't it now
I gotta get myself through the week somehow
I had a ball Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
But it's all over now and it sure is MondayI got to the job site at a quarter past nine
And somehow I stayed awake 'til lunchtime
And then I caught a little nap stretched out in my truck bed
My feet still twitchin' to the music in my headWell, it sure is Monday ain't it the truth
I partied too hard and now I'm payin' my dues
I had a ball Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
But it's all over now and it sure is Monday