Hurty Monday. Isn’t that a song? It is now. A song with no melody and only ouchy muscle ouch for rhythm. Plus a smattering of syncopated hi-hat. And that scratchy percussion thing they let us play with at school.
The lyrics are predictable: boo Monday is so boobah hurty. Boo to hurty Monday. And up yours Garfield.
It is too a good song. If your bland Ed She-Ra sang it you’d shoot it right up to number one of the number music charts and Kasey Kasem would go all fruit noodle for it. And here’s the rub, Ed-Ra is going to sing it. And then several people will consider shooting him.
There is no other words for me to do awriting of now.