And when the fish are jumping And Friday rolls around My man and me, we gin some And pray some, and sin some Never treats me sweet and gentle the way she should Yeah, I got it bad and that ain't good, that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood I've got it bad and that ain't good ♪ But when the weekend's over and Monday rolls around I end up like I start out, just crying my heart out Lord, Lord, above me You'd better to make that man love me The way he should I've got it bad, so bad, and that ain't good