On A Monday Morning

Too soon to be out of me bed
Too soon to be back at this bus queue caper
Fumblin' for change for me picture paper
On a Monday morning
Where has the weekend gone?
Where is the beer and the wine I’ve tasted?
Gone the same way as the pay I’ve wasted
On a Monday morning
If only the birds were booze
If only the Sun was a party giver
If I could just give someone else me liver
On a Monday morning
My love he lies asleep
My love he is warm and his heart is mellow
I’d give the whole world just to share his pillow
On a Monday morning
Too soon to be out of me bed
Too soon to be back at this bus queue caper
Fumblin' for change for me picture paper
On a Monday morning
On a Monday morning
On a Monday morning
On a Monday morning
Too soon to be out of me bed