It’s Saturday Night and I’ve Got the Monday Morning Blues

Lyrics by Howard Anshell

 

It’s getting dark, but I can’t see the
Stars in the city
(It’s such a pity!)
And the haze around the moon
Seems to whisper,
“Coming doom”,
Though I’m sitting pretty.
And all my free time seems to disappear –
No place I can be alone…
The lies are so heavy,
The truth is unclear—
I don’t even feel I’m at home!
My friends went to their parties,
And I’m working through this
Bottle of booze—
It’s Saturday night,
And Saturday’s all right,
But I’ve got those
Monday morning Blues!
Seems was my heart,
Got caught up from the start, and I couldn’t
Free it!
(Or guarantee it…)
Now I’m alone
And I sit here on my own –
Well,
So be it!
And all of this time,
You were just
Toying with me,
Trying to make me
Something I’m not,
But I couldn’t be
What you told me to be,
And still be what I want!
So my so called friends have left me—
Tell me what else is news!
It’s a quarter to four,
But no sleep comes to my door;
I’ve got those
Monday Morning Blues!