monday morning I can’t believe it
same old day job, why can’t I leave it
nylons, heels it’s 7:10
I want my blue jeans again
I know I’ll wear them again
monday morning my breath is stinking
last night why did I go out drinking
three-piece, that’s how Mondays begin
I want my blue jeans again
I know I’ll wear them again
why suit up this way for battle
we shuffle eastward like cattle
please tell me why and that’ll ease my mind
wednesday noontime feeling hungover
just like road kill that’s been run over
food stains, necktie ran off my chin
I want my blue jeans again
I know I’ll wear them again
why suit up for stuffy places
daily shaving our legs and faces
funny how this routine erases peace of mind
friday whistle, how did I make it
if I had my way, I’d run out naked
bangin' pub doors, hey let me in
give me my blue jeans again
I’m getting chilly my friend
I want my blue jeans again
Mike Clem © 1992 J. Fish Music/ASCAP