On a Monday Morning

Too soon to be out of bed

Too soon to be back at this bus-queue caper

Or fumbling for change for my 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 my bed

Too soon to be back at this bus-queue caper

Or fumbling for change for my picture paper

On a Monday morning