Blue Mondays

'cause my ass is over the tea kettle

And I'm at the end of my rope.

Life is as fat as a cow and I'm light as a feather

But life is like a box of chocolates

And I've got an ace up my sleeve

'cause I'm shooting for the moon.

I'd rather be safe than sorry

So I better not tempt fate.

But the bark is worse than the bite

And we're all looking on the bright side

And it's all empty flattery anyways

So why am so scared of my own shadow?

Why blue Mondays? Why not orangeMondays?

If I'm at the end of my rope, the I'll tie on more

And tie my ducks to the world.

I'd rather be sorry than have regrets

And in the end, when fate bites hard

It'll always be me and never you.