I thought I'd gained an hour

But I'd lost 23

Worried I couldn't care less

What became of me?

Drowning my sorrows

Yeah but they learned how to swim

In muddy water

And it's dirtying my skin

No rain on this parade

It's been washed away

It's been washed away

I don't like Mondays

Every Saturday

Every Saturday

Half the time I'm confused

The other half unsure

I'm open minded

Just enough to close the door

I saw an open window

And tried to climb in

I made a quick escape

And left a piece of skin

No rain on this parade

It's been washed away

It's been washed away

I don't like Mondays

Every Saturday

Every Saturday

Ask a stupid question

You expand your mind

What you really need

Is never what you find

No rain on this parade

It's been washed away

It's been washed away

I don't like Mondays

Every Saturday

Every Saturday

What you really need

Is never what you find