Monday Morning

There's nothing to do, so you just stay in bed

Oh, poor thing

Why live in the world when you can live in your head?

When you can go out late from Monday

Till Saturday turns into Sunday

And now we're back here at Monday

So you can do it all over again

And you go ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

I want a refund

I want a light

I want a reason

To make it through the night, all right

And so you finally left school

So now what are you going to do?

Now you're so grown up, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, so mature, oh

Going out late from Monday

Chuck up in the street on Sunday

You don't want to live till Monday

You're gonna do it all over again

And you go ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

I want a refund

I want a light

I want a reason for all this night after night, after night, after night, oh

Oh, I know that it's stupid

But I just can't seem to spend the night at home

'Cause my friends left town and I'm here all alone

They say the past must die for the future to be born

In that case, die, die

Stomach in, chest out

On your marks, get set, go

Now, now that you're free

What are you going to be?

Who are you going to see?

And where, where will you go?

And how will you know

You didn't get it all wrong?

Is this the light of a new day dawning?

A future bright that you can walk in

No, it's just another Monday morning

Do it all over again, oh, baby