LAMBORGHINO

Bedside is empty,
but the smell of sweet perfume still lingers on.
Yesterday was loads of fun,
it's a shame she had to run,
now it's time to get up,
time to get some business done.
I'll divide some croissants,
while I dig the noise and smell of cappucino.
Stroll to were I parked the Lamborghino,
got my shades on.

Monday morning. Monday morning.
Monday morning. Monday morning.

Slow on the freeway,
it don't bother me I go the other way,
got my studio at the beach,
like to keep it out of reach,
from the deals that go on,
and the push n' shuv down town.
Start the day off with a svim,
then I buy some clams and stuff at Ninos'.
Finally at work and start composing,
at the Steinway

Monday morning. Monday morning.
Monday morning. Monday morning.

solos

Monday morning. Monday morning.
Monday morning. Monday morning.