This three-piece suit is wearin' me thin I've got an office, but it's much too small to let you in I know the difference 'cause I'm different from them And it's Monday afternoon Last Friday night I nearly touched the sky My mind was lucid and my words were coming right on time I had control of the bar for the night And it's Monday afternoon And it's Monday afternoon Barstool Venus, she's wrapped up tight One night with her, it would be alright My eyes are blurry; she fades from sight (Solo) I percolate to some beat on the phone The sun is shining so I shut the blinds to keep it out It keeps me safe, far away from the ground And it's Monday afternoon And it's Monday afternoon And it's Monday afternoon