Every day was blue day,
'Til you loved me true,
Say, all my cares have run away!
(Scatting)
My cares are over,
I’ll be in clover;
We picked on Monday
Because it’s wash day,
And we’ll wash
Our blues away.
The skies’ll look bright;
Don’t tell me different,
I know I’m right!
I’m gonna start shoutin', «Hey, hey!»
When he says, «Love, honor and obey;»
I’ll be happy
From Monday on!