Raymond doesn't feel his best,
He's usually up to his chest
In paperwork.
Mister Martin's walking in
With that mean little lopsided grin,
Oh, he's such a jerk.
The secretary likes to sing off key
at the desk behind me.

That's what I hate about Monday!
The computer won't work today,
This cubicle's a big disgrace,
and so we shake our aching heads.
They won't let us wear blue jeans,
There's rotten chicken and baked beans
Left over from last Tuesday,
Stinking up the fridge.
That's what I hate about Monday!

I stagger to the end of the line,
Catch up on the Sunday times,
Grab a coffee cup.
It looks like Sally and Paige
Finally got 'em a raise,
Well it's about time!
It's $1.50 off at Pizza Hut,
Peggy, cut that coupon out!

That's what I hate about Monday!
All the ladies are gossipping,
Wonder how much is about me,
They tell on everyone!
Take a walk down the hallway,
Get tackled by the DJ
Who works on the 14th floor.
I can't wait for the end of the day,
That's what I hate about Monday!

New employees getting chastised,
Mister Martin's voice is too high,
And he makes us work overtime,
There's never a smile on his face.
That's what I hate about Monday!

Oh yeah....
That's what I hate about Monday!
Oh yeah....