Too soon to be out of me bed
Too soon to be back at this bus-queue caper
Or fumbling for change for me picture paper
On a Monday morning

Wrong end of the week for a smile
Wrong end of the day for being civil
It's many a saint would be a devil
On a Monday morning

Where is the weekend now?
Where is the whisky and beer I tasted?
Gone the same way as the pay I wasted
On a Monday morning

If only the birds would booze
If only the sun was a party giver
And if I could just give someone else my liver
On a Monday morning

My lover she lies asleep
My lover is warm and her heart is mellow
I'd trade you the world just to share her pillow
On a Monday morning

Too soon to be out of me bed
Too soon to be back at this bus-queue caper
Or fumbling for change for me picture paper
On a Monday morning