Blue Monday

Ladies and gentlemen! Come with me to Mike's colored saloon and there you will see a colored tragedy enacted in operatic style and like the white man's opera the theme will be love! Hate! Passion! Jealousy. In this little plot you may perceive a moral. So I beg you follow well the story to its tragic end. And it's all on account of a woman's intuition gone wrong. Sam! Sam! Yes-sir boss I'm comin' Well, get a move on, you lazy good-for-nothin' Yes-sir, yes-sir, boss I must admit altho I don't like Sunday I have a fit when I go thru Blue Monday Monday's the one day that my dice lose they just refuse! That's when my cares are always bigger! His cares are always bigger I got the blue Monday blues. Monday's the day your lovin' mama shares you Monday's the day the undertaker takes you Monday's the day that the wise guys Choose to sit and snooze. No use to work that's how I figger His cares are always bigger I got the blue Monday blues. Hello, Sweetpea Hello, Boss. Hello, Sam. How are you! I got the blue Monday blues. Get out of my way! Why don't you leave Sweetpea alone. Keep quiet! If it wasn't for my singing you'd have to close this joint. Has one of you seen Joe, my Joe? For I have a date with him here. It couldn't be that I have missed him. I am a little early for him Maybe has one of you seen Joe. My lovin' man, my Joe. I haven't seen Joe. But if you'll wait a minute I will look in the backroom And ask the Boys if they have seen him anywhere. You sure look sweet tonite, Honey I ain't never seen you look so fine! I always tires to look my sweetest When I'm goin' to see my lovin' Joe! What do you see in that gambler anyway Don't you know that I love you. You love me? Who are you? My Joe maybe a gambling man But he's a man. There is nobody like Joe, Not in all of the world. Come on forget about Joe And think about me, Vi, don't be always cold and distant. My Joe gave me this to use on guys like you. The boys in the backroom haven't seen Joe. Thanks Mike, see you later. Sam! Sam! Yes-sir Boss, I'm comin' Well get a move on you lazy good-for-nothin' Yes-sir, yes-sir, boss. Monday's the day that all the earthquakes quiver Monday's the day they always drag the river Monday's a day full of sad, sad news Of ships and crews! That's when a gal will pull a trigger, A gal will pull a trigger I got the Blue Monday Blues Vi was just here looking for you. She went upstairs. I'll go to her in a moment. I've got something to tell her. I hear you cleaned up in a crap game last night. I'll tell the world I did and this is what I'm goin' to do with the dough that I won. I'm goin' south in the mornin' I've planned to go for a long time. I will have to sneak away from Vi. Vi wouldn't want me to go. My mother's there. I haven't seen her now in years, So I sent a telegram that I'll be with her soon, But till I'm a day on my was Vi mustn't know that I've gone. Why can't you tell her you're going? Vi is so jealous She'd never let me go For any reason at all And I want to see my mother, Mother mine! Oh How I've missed my mother, Mother mine Maybe I'm a sentimental dreamer But my weary heart will cease to pine When in her arms I whisper I am home again mother mine. Good luck Joe. So long Mike, see you later. I love but you, my Joe, my Joe I don't want a thing dear, but you. But after all I'm only human And I'm a mighty jealous woman, Honey. Still just as long as you're true, I'll live for no-one but you. Vi, I'm expecting a telegram, If you'll be good enough to wait I will see if it has come excuse me. All right baby, but hurry back. I overheard his conversation, That telegram is from a woman. You lie! I swear it's true. Telegram for you, Joe. Thanks, Sweetpea. Let me see that telegram. It's nothing to do with you. I want that telegram! Don't be a fool, Vi. I've been a fool long enough. That telegram is from a woman. Go on away! ""No need to come now, Joe Mother's has been dead three years, Sis!"" Oh forgive me, I forgive you. I'm goin' to see my mother, mother mine! Lord, how I've missed my mother, mother mine! Maybe I'm a sentimental dreamer, But my weary heart will cease to pine. When in her arms I whisper. I am home again, mother mine.