Hard to know which end is up
When all the days are a Sunday
Hard to finish the manuscript
When all the words are hard to say

We ain’t made for the nine to five
We’re just looking to get away
Surprised as hell when we come to find
It’s just another Lebowski Monday

Wished and prayed for the conventional way
The wife the kids, suburban days
Doesn’t always work out that way
And if it does the mind tends to stray

We ain’t made for the nine to five
We’re just looking to get away
Surprised as hell when we come to find
It’s just another Lebowski Monday

We’re all just looking for something
That will take us back
To them summer days

We’re all just looking for something
That will take us back
To them Summer days

We’re all just looking for something
That will take us back
To them Summer days

We’re all just looking for something
But if we look on down deep inside ourselves

I think we may find
We’re already there

I think we may find
We’re already there

Hard to know which end is up
When all the days are a Monday
Hard to finish the manuscript
When all the words are hard to say

We ain’t made for the nine to five
We’re just looking to get away
Surprised as hell when we come to find
It’s just another Lebowski Monday