Lyrics of The week of living dangerously

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