Back to Work Blues

Back to work, back to work, I've got the Back to Work Blues!
Ain't too eager to jump out of bed,
Place a hat jauntily on my head,
Fill my belly with cereal and milk,
Clean the spot on my brand new silk,
Drag myself to my jalopy with wheels,
Forget my keys and over I keel,
With the tremendous feeling of Back to Work Blues!
Back to Work Blues! Back to Work Blues!
Off I go to my fantastically draining job,
While I sit in traffic, I try to stop my sobs,
Finally I get to the store,
Feeling creaking and sore,
And whoa! What do I behold?
A mountain of work dribbling with mold,
And as I trudge through the tedious work day,
I bite my tongue to hold in what I dearly want to say,
And off to lunch I go,
Stubbing my big toe,
And as I cry in pain, I feel the Back to Work Blues!
Back to Work Blues! Back to Work Blues!
Finally, the clock strikes the time to go home,
The feeling of dread fits like a dome,
For I know as soon as I lay in bed,
I must get up and live like the dead,
For all I do is work, work, work,
And try not to stab colleagues with a fork,
And I so wish my vacation days never ended,
Cause when they do, I feel the Back to Work Blues!
Back to Work Blues! Back to Work Blues!