Talking to myself and feeling old. Sometimes I'd like to quit. Nothing ever seems to fit. Hanging around. Nothing to do but frown. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
A working day too long, when everything goes wrong. And a boss who don't know I'm alive. I once had a notion I'd get that promotion. But now I barely survive.
Talking to myself and feeling old. Sometimes I'd like to quit, nothing ever seems to fit. Hanging around, nothing to do but frown. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
The day is cold. The day is cold and dark and dreary. And it rains. And the wind is never weary. . Ivy still clings to the wall. And every gust the dead leaves fall.
Talking to myself and feeling old.. Sometimes I'd like to quit.. Nothing ever seems to fit.. . Hanging around,. Nothing to do but frown.. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down..