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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Heaton
Vocals
Jacqui Abbott
Vocals
John Williams
Claps
Jonny Lexus
Guitar
Pete Marshall
Drums
Chris Wise
Bass Guitar
Stephen Large
Piano
Lea Mullen
Congas
Up North Session Orchestra
Strings
Sarah Brandwood-Spencer
Violin
Karen Mainwaring
Violin
Natalie Purton
Violin
Jess Hall
Violin
Sam Parker
Violin
Alistair Vennart
Viola
Katrina Brown
Viola
Liz Hanks
Cello
Maya Kashif
Cello
Kat Curlett
Trumpet
Josh Poole
Alto Saxophone
Tom Berry
Trombone
Maisie Heaton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Heaton
Composer
Jonny Lexus
Composer
Pete Marshall
String Arranger
Stephen Large
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Williams
Producer
Gaz Hadfield
Recording Engineer
Tim Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Ian Stewart
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tim Debney
Mastering Engineer
Tekst Utworu
On a Monday, I get up at six
That's a.m. for you, drunks
In bed before 9:30
And that's p.m. for you, punks
And all of us drink Trappist ale
But wish the life of monks
And a good day these days is hard to find
We're the crow on airport runway
Our fate already decided
As the marksman in the watchtower
Complains it's too one-sided
When Tuesday comes, us hopeless bums
Feel already derided
And a good day, these days is hard to find
A good day these days
Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
Full of backhanded compliments
And the faintest of praise
The pubs will all re-open
And the streets will all be lined
When one of us
A good day we may find
But when Wednesday comes and middle week
Surrounded either side
Where optimism and pessimism
Every week collide
Halfway 'tween the paddle boat
And the wake of Golden Hind
And a good day, these days is hard to find
And the optimist and pessimist
Are playing on the swings
The optimist swings high and says
"Let's see what Thursday brings"
The pessimist jumps off and says
"If God had meant us wings"
And a good day, these days is hard to find
A good day these days
Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
Full of backhanded compliments
And the faintest of praise
The pubs will all re-open
And the streets will be all be lined
When one of us
A good day we may find
Fridays and Saturdays
Are greeted like old friend
But every single minute
On a weekend that you spend
Staring at Old Father Time
Wondering when will it ever end
Down a long and winding road
That's badly signed
A good day, these days is hard to find
A good day these days
Full of "alright's" and "okay's"
Full of backhanded compliments
And the faintest of praise
The pubs will all re-open
And the streets will be all be lined
When one of us
A good day we may find
Writer(s): Jonathan Ralph Noblett, Paul David Heaton
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