Well 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 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 and checked the oil at the Texaco station I threw the car seat in the dumpster and I headed out into the night Woo ooh 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" Woo ooh ooh ooh ooh There's somethin' 'bout a Monday that always makes me blue Well I woke up in a county jail 'cross the line in Laredo I had a headache and a deputy staring at me through the door 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 she lied and so I got my job back And the boys down at the plant, they whisper and stare at me Well my wife can find a lot of little jobs to keep me on the right track That's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously Woo ohh ooh ooh ooh wee That's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously