Sunday's gone,

I remember half the fun we had.

Monday has come,

I know I'm not half as glad, glad.



Jumping ship, 

Lost my footing, fell and burst my lip.

What can I say? 

I deserved it anyway, way.



I can't have sold my soul,

Cos the devil he looks after his own.

And now I feel,

Like a bug on a roulette wheel, wheel.



Sunday's gone I remember half the fun we had.

Monday has come I know I'm not half as glad, glad.

Glad.