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   You got that run down feelin' The Monday mornin' drag Let's call it the mornin' after When everythin' just sags The folks have run amuck Skedaddled out the door Yer left with all tha cleanin' Don't no one care at-all The garbage's runnin' over There's nuthin' left to eat Forget about the laundry Yer feelin' far too beat It's only ten o'clock And yer already drooped Just plonk on down And dream 'bout some really nice warm soup Ah, I think you've got the fever Yep, sure-nuff, all hot and clammy quiver It's called the Monday-itis wammy Quite common and so very catchy Makes ya look all wan and pasty Scrappy, shaggy, flabby Hair all wild and scraggy Eyes so very baggy Skin all worn and craggy Oh so very snappy But you, You wouldna' throw no paddy 'Cause you're so very handy From you there'll be no hanky panky I know you never dilly-dally Your spirit's A-OK alrighty And all will be just dandy ~*~ Need help sending this
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