Every day was blue day,
'Til you loved me true, Say,
all my cares have run away!
(Scatting)
From Monady on My cares are over,
From Monday on
I’ll be in clover;
We picked on Monday
Because it’s wash day,
And we’ll wash our blues away.
From Monday on The skies’ll look bright;
Don’t tell me different,
I know I’m right!
I’m gonna start shoutin', «Hey, hey!»
When he says, «Love, honor and obey;»
I’ll be happy from Monday on!