Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney - On A Monday Morning songtekst
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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