Gloria Monday

Lyrics: John Barlow
Music: Bob Weir, Jeff Baxter

Played byBob Weir with Bobby & The Midnites

Gloria Monday came to my house
Last Tuesday afternoon
She is wearing my resistance to the bone
She wrote me a letter, sent me a card
And a singing telegram
Why, she called me so much I had to disconnect the phone
When she's in town, I'll never be alone

Gloria Monday, Gloria Monday
She whispers in my ear
In a voice so sweet and clear
"You are the greatest"
Yeh, yeh and Gloria Monday
Has gotten my name on every major list
Of the hottest and the coolest and the latest

Gloria Monday sits down front
In the auditorium
Where she hangs on every number that I play
She dances and wiggles, bounces and giggles
And leaves me with no doubt
That with half an ounce of effort, I'd get paid


Gloria Monday has lately been seen
With a writer from L.A. who has written a book
About all the new positions
And it isn't just him, there's a fellow named Jim
Who's an actor on TV
There's a photographer and a couple of hip physicians
Yes, I believe she's a lady with a mission

Bob Weir Recordings
     Date Album
     studio 1984 Where The Beat Meets The Street Bobby And The Midnites


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