The Week Of Living Dangerously

I got out of work and i headed for the neighborhood beer joint

I sat around and had a beer with the boys like i always do

Well i didn't have nothin' to say anyway there ain't no point

There's just something 'bout a monday that always makes me blue



Well it was well after dark so i knew my wife and kids were waitin'

And i guess i took a left where i generally take a right

Well i filled her up with gas, checked the oil at the texaco station

I threw the car seat in the dumpster and headed off into the night



Woo-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh

There's somethin' 'bout a monday that always makes me blue



Well i headed south on 35 hell bent for vinyl

I hadn't never had her up past 55 before

Well somethin' 'bout that little red line always looked so final

Buddy you'd be surprised how fast a chevrolet truck can go



now, down in mexico they've got a little place called boystown

Where a man's still a man if you know what i'm talkin' about

Well, i walked into the cadillac bar and i laid my cash down

I said "there's plenty more where that came from" and the lights went out



Well i woke up in a county jail 'cross the line in laredo

With a headache and a deputy staring at me through the door

Well he said "now how you got across that river alive, i don't know

But your wife just made your bail so now you're really dead for sure"



Now my wife, she called my boss and cried so i got my job back

And the boys down at the plant, they whisper and stare at me

Yea well my wife can find a lot of little jobs to keep me on the right track

Well, but that's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously



Yeah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-wee

That's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously