Just another manic Monday

In honor of my love for the 80s, my infatuation with The Bangles when I was a tween, and my truly MANIC day today, I am including the lyrics to an old favorite here. I can hear the melody in my head, and I am instantly transported to my elementary school talent show, where my friend and I, mere third-graders, are performing a dance (choreographed by us) in our matching splatter-color shirt-and-short set. Classy.

Manic Monday

by The Bangles

Six o'clock already I was just in the middle of a dream

I was kissin' Valentino

By a crystal blue Italian stream

But I can't be late

'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid

These are the days

When you wish your bed was already made

It's just another manic Monday

I wish it was Sunday

'Cause that's my funday

My I don't have to runday

It's just another manic Monday

Have to catch an early train

Got to be to work by nine

And if I had an air-o-plane

I still couldn't make it on time

'Cause it takes me so long

Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear

Blame it on the train

But the boss is already there

All of the nights

Why did my lover have to pick

Last night to get down

Doesn't it matter

That I have to feed the both of us

Employment's down

He tells me in his bedroom voice

C'mon honey, let's go make some noise

Time it goes so fast

When you're having fun

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Okay, so I admit, my manic Monday wasn't manic for the exact same reason as hers was, but I do have a boss who requires me to report to work, energetically, at 6 am, so she had it easy. And, whoah, I never knew the actual words in the second-to-last stanza until now. You know how the lyrics just run together like Charlie Brown-teacher speak when you're young and singing songs. Okay, and when you're old, too. So now I'm thinking this might have been an inappropriate song choice for 8-year-olds in a Catholic school talent show. Heh. I bet the nuns didn't have a clue. Or maybe they were just drunk.