Monday, Listen to Clapton.

They call it stormy Monday, yes but Tuesday’s just as bad.
They call it stormy Monday, yes but Tuesday’s just as bad.
Wednesday’s even worse; Thursday’s awful sad.

The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play.
The eagle flies on Friday, but Saturday I go out to play.
Sunday I go to church where I kneel down and pray.

And this is what I say:

“Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me. Just trying to find my baby, won’t somebody send her home to me.”