Talking to myself and feeling old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin around, blogging what I frown
Rainy days and mondays shouldn't get me down
What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothing is really wrong
Feeling like I don't belong
Walking around some kind of crazy clown
Rainy days and mondays shouldn't get me down
Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
It's nice to know somebody loves me (oh stiggers!)
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
To run and find the one who loves me (don't have to run far do I son?)
What I feel is come and gone before (oh crikey yes)
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hanging around, blogging what I frown
Rainy days and mondays shouldn't get me down
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me
What I feel is come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what's all about
Hanging around, blogging what I frown
Rainy days and mondays shouldn't get me down
Hanging around, blogging what I frown
Rainy days and mondays
Shouldn't get me down
(RIP Karen Carpenter, my company this monday morning)
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