Monday7s
Your heart, beneath the bleached shirt,That rhythm is our beat,Riding the spring breeze, let's jump out the window with a 'pyon'!Sounding a one handed horn,That's right, we're the Monday7s!The messengers of the country of Monday,With a gold trumpet, we PALAPA!Around you we spin, spin, spin, spin!Are you depressed from the rain?You knew from when you were smallThis town hates the rainNow! Sleepilly wear your pajamas,Hang your suits over there,We 7 will be sure to make lots of noiseThat's right, we're the Monday7s!The messengers of the country of Monday,With a spring breeze trumpet, we PALAPA!Around you we spin, spin, spin, spin!Saturday morning has come,It's about time we split up,But, by no means should you worry,We'll still come together with Monday's sunResurrected like zombies!That's right, we're the Monday7s!The messengers of the country of gloom,With a gold trumpet, we PALAPA!For seven hours, we spin, spin, spin, spin!We're the Monday7s!The messengers of the country of Monday,With a gold trumpet, we PALAPA!Around you we spin, spin, spin, spin!