Mandag, mandag…
17. marts 2008Jeg har ferie i disse dage. En rest fra det udløbende ferieår. Og jeg elsker at holde fri. Og glemmer gerne, hvilken dag det er. Og hvad klokken er. Indtil jeg hører Frøkenen sige: “Det er mandag”. Mandag? Det er ok med mig..
Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.
Monday Monday, can’t trust that day,
Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, how yould cou leave and not take me.
Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin’ all of the time
Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.
Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin’ all of the time
Monday Monday, …
Mamas & Papas Monday Monday
Tegan & Sara – Monday, Monday
