(Difford/Tilbrook) 



I'm down the lane on Sunday morning    

Hung over and forever yawning   

I look for trousers that will fit me    

She buys a yellow shirt that's sickly    

A sarsparilla drink turns white teeth shades of pink   

Sunday league play in the sunshine    

I hear the whistle blow at halftime   

With chapped legs and muddy shorts    

They walk home past the tennis courts   

A pint of prawns in hand   

I hear a ragtime band   



On Monday   

I want the weekend to come    

On Tuesday    

I'm glad that Monday is done   

Then Wednesday   

And Thursday fly by    

Then on Friday and Saturday night   

We get happy till Sunday is through   



Siesta time in the living room    

Snores go in and out of tune   

After tea time we're off to the pub    

To play in the trivia club    

How long's the river Thames?    

It's where the evening ends   

In my bed I'm reading poetry    

No one knows what's come over me   

I close the book and turning out the light    

I hear the sound of Monday outside