Another Monday morning, another day

Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay





Chorus:

Like working from nine till five

Making a mess of my mind





I'm filing papers, in long gray drawers

And my brain's disintegrating, what a bore





(Repeat Chorus)





Well I do think civil servants and bankers are real wankers





Well the boss is knockin' me, he said come on quick

Well my temper's rising, I said you make me sick





(Repeat Chorus) x2





If you don't get out of that, you need your head examined