About the Song

In the realm of pop music, few songs have managed to capture the universal sentiment of dreading the start of the workweek quite like “Monday, Monday” by The Mamas & The Papas. Released in 1966, this infectious tune became an instant hit, topping the charts in both the United States and Canada. Its enduring popularity can be attributed to its relatable lyrics, catchy melody, and the group’s signature harmonies.

The Mamas & The Papas, a folk-pop quartet composed of John Phillips, Michelle Phillips, Denny Doherty, and Cass Elliot, were among the most prominent figures in the burgeoning Los Angeles music scene of the 1960s. Their sound, characterized by its blend of folk, pop, and vocal harmonies, perfectly encapsulated the spirit of the era. “Monday, Monday” stands as a prime example of their artistry, showcasing their ability to craft songs that were both lighthearted and meaningful.

The song’s opening lines immediately plunge the listener into the world of the working stiff, painting a vivid picture of the protagonist’s Sunday evening dread:

“Monday, Monday Can’t trust that day I’ll be blue all day”

The lyrics, penned by John Phillips, capture the universal feeling of Sunday night melancholy, when the looming responsibilities of the week ahead cast a shadow over the fleeting moments of leisure. The protagonist’s sense of foreboding is further amplified by the repetition of the word “Monday,” which takes on an almost ominous tone.

Despite its melancholy undertones, “Monday, Monday” is not without its moments of levity. The song’s upbeat tempo and catchy melody provide a sense of relief from the drudgery of the workweek. The group’s harmonies, a hallmark of their sound, are particularly effective in conveying the mixed emotions of the protagonist, blending together to create a sense of both despair and hope.

The bridge of the song offers a brief respite from the protagonist’s woes, as they dream of escaping the confines of their daily routine:

“Oh, I’d like to be a millionaire And live on a big estate But instead I have to work all day And I can’t get away”

These lines provide a glimpse into the protagonist’s aspirations, hinting at a desire for a life beyond the mundane realities of their current existence. However, the dream is quickly shattered as the song returns to the harsh realities of the workweek.

“Monday, Monday” concludes with a bittersweet acceptance of the inevitable:

“Monday, Monday It won’t go away Monday, Monday It’s here to stay”

The protagonist, having exhausted their options for escape, comes to terms with the fact that Monday is an unavoidable part of life. While the song ends on a somewhat somber note, it does so with a sense of resignation rather than despair.

“Monday, Monday” remains a timeless classic, capturing the universal experience of dreading the start of the workweek while simultaneously acknowledging its necessity. Its relatable lyrics, catchy melody, and the group’s signature harmonies have made it an enduring favorite among listeners of all ages. The song serves as a reminder that even in the face of the mundane, there is always room for a bit of lighthearted fun and a glimmer of hope for a better future.

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Lyrics: Monday, Monday 

Bah-da bah-da-da-da
Bah-da bah-da-da-da
Bah-da bah-da-da-daMonday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin’, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin’, Monday mornin’ couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evenin’ you would still be here with me

Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin’ you gave me no warnin’ of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin’ all of the time

Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin’, it was all I hoped it would be
But Monday mornin’, Monday mornin’ couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evenin’ you would still be here with me

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah (yeah)
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin’ all of the time

Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day
Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh Monday, Monday, won’t go away
Monday, Monday, it’s here to stay
Oh Monday, Monday
Oh Monday, Monday