Monday morning, everybody's yawning

Got to get up, get out

Get into town, mustn't be late

Silent travellers, never speaking

Only the buzz of a terminal bubble

Cruiing the airways, circling round.

Monday morning, everybody's crawling

Spiral stairways to the sun

Monday morning, everybody's yawning

Got to keep the fires high

Send them all up to the sky

Save us from eternal night

We need sunlight

Monday morning, sirens calling

Someone's got to keep this planet turning

Make us warm so we may rise again

Someone's got to keep the fires burning

No-one's cold when stairs unfold on...

Monday morning, Monday morning, Monday morning

Yeah, yeah...Yeah, yeah...Yeah...

No-one's cold on Monday morning

Once we lazed on sun-soaked beaches trying

Golden people blessed with days of light

Now we only climb to keep from dying

No-one's cold when stairs unfold on

Monday morning, everybody's crawling,

Spiral staiways, spiral stairways.

Monday morning, Monday morning, Monday morning