Mondays - Nightcore Version

Monday morning
Hate this feeling
Stuck at work staring at the ceiling

It's so plain and
Ordinary
Last place on earth where we wanna be

The week is just so long
We can't wait to let it go
Our problem disappeared
We're not tied up anymore

The week-end is ours

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Can you feel it?

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Music's playing

Tonight we are awake

This is why we fuck*n hate Mondays

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Start bouncing

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Like a family

Sunday comes and we're sick and tired to say

God how much we fuck*n hate Mondays

Friday morning
Can't control it
Fired up, and counting every minute

Hands are shaking
Eyes are burning
The time has come
Yeah this is not a warning

The week was just so long
We had to let it go
Our problems disappeared
We're not tied up anymore

The week-end is here

Sunday comes we are sick and tired to say

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Can you feel it?

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Music's playing

Tonight we are awake

This is why we fuck*n hate Mondays

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Start bouncing

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Like a family

Sunday comes and we're sick and tired to say

God how much we fuck*n hate Mondays

Raise your hands
In the air
Get your drinks
Let the music play

Shake your heads
No regret
Tonight is ours
It's time to rage

Raise your hands
In the air
Get your drinks
Let the music play

Shake your heads
No regret
Tonight is ours
It's time to rage

NOW

Up and down
Up and down
Start bouncing

NOW

Up and down
Up and down
Start bouncing

NOW

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Can you feel it?

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Music's playing

Tonight we are awake

This is why we fuck*n hate Mondays

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Start bouncing

NOW
Up and down
Up and down
Like a family

Sunday comes and we're sick and tired to say

God how much we fuck*n hate Mondays

Raise your hands
In the air
Get your drinks
Let the music play

Shake your heads
No regret
Tonight is ours
It's time to rage

Raise your hands
In the air
Get your drinks
Let the music play

Shake your heads
No regret
Tonight is ours
It's time to rage

God how much we fuck*n hate Mondays