Eight o'clock already
The cat woke up in his sandbox again
And as Jon Arbuckle woke up
He would make him blueberry pancakes then

Most of a sudden
Jon teared a page off the calender
This was the day
That an orange tabby cat surrenders

So why does Garfield hated Mondays?
Though it's after Sunday
That's not his funday
Because it was his doomsday
I've known that Garfield hated Mondays

Cream pies fly right at his face
Right at 11:09
And those pies came out of nowhere
Making a "splut" every time

What else Mondays do have?
It's the fear of tasting raisins and more
Even raining crates
And the rage of pit bulls galore

So why does Garfield hated Mondays?
It still followed Sunday
Can't wait till Tuesday
Because it was his doomsday
I've known that Garfield hated Mondays

One of these days
You might watch out for custards, you would get splutted too
If so, you better
Have to look up high for the safes that fall down on you

That's a bad day for orange cats
That's making them refuse to chase rats
And hide in their beds until it's over

So why does Garfield hated Mondays?
Although it's a weekday
Could be a bad day
Because it was his doomsday
I've known that Garfield hated Mondays?
Even worse than Wednesday
And worse than Friday
Still I've known Garfield hated Mondays