ON A MONDAY MORNING

Cyril Tawny



Too soon to be out of me bed,

Too soon to be back to this bus queue caper,

Fumbling for change for me picture paper,

On a Monday morning.



Oh, where has the weekend gone?

Oh, where are the wine and the beer I tasted?

Gone the same way as the pay I 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 lover she lies asleep,

My lover is warm, and her heart is mellow,

I'd give the whole world just to share her pillow,

On a Monday morning.



Repeat verse 1.

@love

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