MONDAY MONDAY

Each night before you go to bed my baby, say a prayer
for me baby, dedicated to the one I love and I'll be there;
all the leaves are brown and the sky is grey, they say
that I'm California dreaming, must be monday monday.

Now the days are all the same when I'm without you,
it doesn't matter whether I spell 'gray' whatever I do; 
how we/they crammed all those things together, never
thought that they would end, last forever like LA weather.

We came to saturday, three syllable, not 'wensday,'
which was gone, what a way to end the week, they say
that you can rest, don't wait till sunday, the beginning 
of the week, so don't forget two 'n's boy, not sinning.

However, you can dream a little dream of me, see
what day suits you and your own personal mystery.