Because I’m easy
Easy like Sunday morning
Sunday morning and I’m falling
I’ve got a feeling I don’t want to know
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It’s all the streets you crossed not so long ago
I remember Sunday morning
I would meet him at the park
We’d walk together hand in hand
Till it was almost dark
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn’t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
They call it stormy Monday,
But Tuesday’s just as bad,
Lord, and Wednesday’s worse,
And Thursday’s all so bad…
Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for a place to go
Where they play the right music
Getting in the swing
You come to look for a king
Gonna have fun in the city
Be with my girl, she’s so pretty
She looks fine tonight
She is out of sight to me
Tonight I’ll spend my bread, tonight
I’ll lose my head, tonight
I’ve got to get to night
Monday I’ll have Friday on my mind
Everybody’s working for the weekend
Everybody wants a little romance
Everybody’s goin’ off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
Nothing matters but the weekend,
From a Tuesday point of view,
Like a kettle in the kitchen,
I feel the steam begin to brew.
The full lyrics are short and I can’t post them all, so here
Love are wine, it tickles my mind,
And I always got drunk every time on love.
Red, red wine…
Tequila!
The Cuervo Gold
The fine Columbian.
Whiskey Man’s my friend, he’s with me nearly all the time
He always joins me when I drink, and we get on just fine
Whiskey for my men and beer for my horses…
Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future’s uncertain, and the end is always near
In her hand was a bottle of wine
In the other a glass
She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass
And raised it to her lips
And just before she drank it, she said
Take the wine dig that girl
Spill the wine, dig that girl
Spill the wine, dig that girl, come on, come on
Spill the wine, dig that girl
Oh, don’t give me no more of that Old Janx Spirit
No, don’t you give me no more of that Old Janx Spirit
For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die
Won’t you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit