Here’s to the Mondays
 Watching all the cars on the freeway
 I ain’t got a thing to do
 Can I sit here next to you?
 And oh oh ohhh

Yeah, I kinda wish I got paid
 ’cause my card got maxed out yesterday
 Could you give me a shot?
 And I’ll work with what I got
 Not a dollar in my pocket but I rock it like I ain’t broke.
 You know?

Oooooooh
 Here’s to us uh-oh
 Here’s to us
 Ooooooooooh
 Here’s to us uh-oh
 Here’s to never winning first place
 Here’s to crying on your birthday
 Here’s to every single heartbreak
 Here’s to us
 Here’s to us

Here’s to the mistakes
 Somehow they always drop you in the right place
 So, let’s go another round
 Till the sky is falling down
 And we’ll laugh at all the shakers and movers
 Now who’s the loser?
 What a joke.

I’m a player, I’m a hater
 But I swear you would never know
 ’cause I got a smile on
 I’m an ex-con
 That just got off parole
 Could’ve been a contender, a pretender
 Like Brando play the role
 But I’m not so what? And that’s just how it goes.