Fire 

Walking round town with size 5s 

And all this desire 

Your gonna miss my eyes, huh, my ass 

I stopped the bus by lying down 

And playing dead 

You see the trouble with Mondays 

It makes me sick when I work 

This is the last time 

And time, and time, and time again 

You say the trouble with Mondays 

Is scraping sick off your shirt 

This is the last time 

And time, and time, and time 

Time out 

And my mum is dying to meet you 

And my dad is dying to meet you 

And my dog is just dying to meet you 

Yeah everybody’s dying 

Now everyone is in the sun 

And playing dead 

You see the trouble with Mondays 

It makes me sick when I work 

This is the last time 

And time, and time, and time, and time again 

You say the trouble with Mondays 

Is scraping sick off your shirt 

This is the last time 

And time, and time, and time 

Time out 

And my gran is dying to meet you 

Dan the man is dying to meet you 

And my dog is still dying to meet you 

Yeah everybody’s dying 

Now everyone is in the sun 

And playing dead 

You see the trouble with Mondays 

I’m getting sick of the word 

This is the last time no light is in me 

You dig me a hole and then you rip me 

Screaming naked through the hedgerows 

And all the time you don’t see 

There’s only trouble with Mondays 

There’s only trouble with Mondays