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.
