On a Monday Morning

Too soon to be out of bed Too soon to be back at this bus-queue caper 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 There's many a saint would be a divil On a Monday morning Oh, where is the weekend now? Where is the whiskey and beer I 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 only I could trade in this 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