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I'm Stunned Monday



Unh-uh...unh-uh, unh-uh
Unh-uh...unh-uh, unh-uh
unh-uh...unh-uh, unh-uh

I'm stunned Monday (unh-uh...unh-uh, unh-uh)
Not good to me (unh-uh...unh-uh, unh-uh)
Monday mornin' wasn't all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee (unh-uh...unh-uh, unh-uh)
That Monday evening I'd have a post for you all to see

I'm stunned Monday, can't trust that day
Stun day, Monday sometimes you just have nothing to say
Oh Monday morning' you gave me no warning" of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday how come there's nothin' to inspire me

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me trying' to write something fine

I'm stunned on Monday
Not good to me
Monday morning all thought has left me
Oh Monday morning' Monday morning I just wanna break free
And write some witty thing where you leave a comment with me

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, I'm feeling really dumb
I've got writer's block all of the time

I'm stunned Monday (You know, I'm just stupid)
Can't trust that day (And there's no inspiration)
I'm stunned Monday ( I already said that)
Yeah to my great dismay (I am such a moron)
Whoa, Monday, Monday how long can I delay? (Not much longer, jerk-head)
Oh Monday, Monday gives me probs, eh? (unh-uh...unh-uh, unh-uh)
Oh Monday, Monday (This song's about Monday)

With apologies to the Mamas and Papas, although the guy that wrote this song is dead and will never hear this god-awful parody.

Comments

Malisa said…
I am going to be singing that song all day now! Thanks.
quirkyloon said…
Nicely done Dufus! And thank the powers that be that it wasn't a song parody of that awful... Friday, Friday by Rebecca Black.

Ugh.

*grin*
nonamedufus said…
Glad I could help, Malisa!
nonamedufus said…
Maybe you speak too soon, Quirks. Who's to say I haven't prepared one? Although I think I'd prefer this one...

http://youtu.be/rBJLoYd8xak
00dozo said…
Firstly, I had to see to whom you apologized in order to follow along. Ha! Well done! No worries though, lately I feel like that every time I try to write something intelligible regardless of the day of the week.

;-)
nonamedufus said…
It's happening more and more. Thinking of taking a little break soon.
meleahrebeccah said…
I think I like your version better than the Momma's & Poppa's!
nonamedufus said…
Thank you, Meleah. I think this is one of my better ones. And to think I had nothing before I came up with this. Nada, zip, zero. Ba-dah...ba-dah, da-dah, bada boom, bada bing.
nonamedufus said…
Thank you, Meleah. I think this is one of my better ones. And to think I had nothing before I came up with this. Nada, zip, zero. Ba-dah...ba-dah, da-dah, bada boom, bada bing.
redheadranting said…
Aren't they all dead except for Michelle whatshername?

I like your version much better!
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, all dead except Michelle. My favourite song of theirs is Creeque Alley because it's about the early history of the group.

http://youtu.be/cdebJDi45T4
Linda Rhinehart Neas said…
You crack me up!! Good one!
nonamedufus said…
Well it's like they say: When you can't write anything of your own, do a parody. I don't really know if anyone really said that but it works for me. Well, if no one else ever said it then I just did. Now you can quote me.

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