I got out of work and
I headed for the neighborhood beer joint
I sat around and had a beer with the boys like
I always do
Well I didn't have nothin' to say
anyway there ain't no point
There's just something 'bout a Monday
that always makes me blue
Well it was well after dark so
I knew my wife and kids were waitin'
And I guess I took a left where
I generally take a right
Well I filled her up with gas checked
the oil at the Texaco station
I threw the car seat in the dumpster
and headed off into the night
Woo ohh ooh ooh ooh
There's somethin' 'bout a Monday
that always makes me blue
Well I headed south on 35 hell bent for vinyl
I hadn't never had her up past 55 before
Well somethin' 'bout that little red line
always looked so final
Buddy you'd be surprised
how fast a Chevrolet truck can go
Now down in Mexico they've got
a little place called Boystown
Where a man's still a man if you know
what I'm talkin' about
Well I walked into the Cadillac bar
and I laid my cash down
I said there's plenty more where
that came from and the lights went out
Well I woke up in a county jail
'cross the line in Laredo
With a headache and a deputy staring
at me through the door
Well he said Now how you got across
that river alive I don't know
But your wife just made your bail
so now you're really dead for sure
Now my wife she called my boss
and cried so I got my job back
And the boys down at the plant
they whisper and stare at me
Yea well my wife can find a lot of little jobs
to keep me on the right track
Well but that's a small price to
pay for a week of living dangerously
Yeah ooh ooh ooh ooh wee
That's a small price to pay
for a week of living dangerously