The weekend's gone again, it was way too short
And Monday came around, caught me off guard, of course
No work on weekends, the machines all take a rest
Last night shift starts on Friday, ends Saturday, we do our best
Machines designed to run, all through the night and day
But Monday mornings always bring, the same old disarray
They start up slow, and time ticks by, frustration in the air
Unnecessary hassle, it's more than we can bear
Each Monday morning brings the same old grind
Early shift begins, and peace is hard to find
We try to get them running, but they sputter and they stall
Time wasted and nerves frayed, it's the struggle of us all
Machines designed to run, all through the night and day
But Monday mornings always bring, the same old disarray
They start up slow, and time ticks by, frustration in the air
Unnecessary hassle, it's more than we can bear
If only weekends were longer, maybe we'd find
A way to keep these troubles far behind
But as it stands, we face this every week
A Monday morning mountain, at its peak
Machines designed to run, all through the night and day
But Monday mornings always bring, the same old disarray
They start up slow, and time ticks by, frustration in the air
Unnecessary hassle, it's more than we can bear
Another Monday's here, and we push on through
With patience running thin, but what else can we do
We'll face it all again, next week without a doubt
A typical Monday, we could all do without