Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
The Kinks · Other Songs - The Kinks
Ah, the milkmen came in, and that washing machine
It's drivin' you crazy, to hear the kids scream
Ah, but your life ain't so bad
You feel happy inside, it's a crime
That you're wastin' away each and every precious day
Don't be blind
Every Monday it seems so lazy
It's the time that could drive you crazy
My Monday, My Tuesday, My Wednesday
The paper boy's been, and that news looks so black
There ain't time to read it
'Cause you might get the sack
But your life ain't so bad
You feel happy inside, it's a crime
That you're wastin' away each and every prescious day
Don't be blind
'Cause every Monday it seems so lazy
It's the time that could drive you crazy
La la la, la la la, la la la..........
My Monday, My Tuesday, My Wednesday
Could grab up your money, and run for the gate
You just missed your bus, now you're late for a date
Ah, but your life ain't so bad
You feel happy inside, it's a crime
That you're wastin' away each and every precious day
Don't be blind
'Cause every Monday it seems so lazy
It's the time that could drive you crazy
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Released by The Kinks, this track stands as a quintessential example of the band's mid-1960s pop sensibility, blending catchy melodies with the group's signature observational wit. While often associated with their broader catalog of social commentary and rock and roll nostalgia, the song captures a specific, relatable mood without relying on heavy lyrical exposition. It reflects the era's fascination with the passage of time and the mundane rhythms of daily life, a theme The Kinks explored with characteristic humor and musical precision. The recording showcases the band's ability to craft infectious hooks that resonate across generations, cementing their status as pioneers of British Invasion rock. As part of their extensive discography, the track remains a staple for fans appreciating the band's unique voice and enduring influence on popular music.
