This three-piece suit is wearin' me thin
I've got an office, but it's much too small to let you in
I know the difference 'cause I'm different from them
And it's Monday afternoon

Last Friday night I nearly touched the sky
My mind was lucid and my words were coming right on time
I had control of the bar for the night
And it's Monday afternoon
And it's Monday afternoon

Barstool Venus, she's wrapped up tight
One night with her, it would be alright
My eyes are blurry; she fades from sight

(solo)

I percolate to some beat on the phone
The sun is shining so I shut the blinds to keep it out
It keeps me safe, far away from the ground
And it's Monday afternoon
And it's Monday afternoon
And it's Monday afternoon