On a Monday Morning (Cyril Tawney) 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. in my opinion these lyrics and melody are superior to Bob Geldof song, whether either of them is a folk song is not relevant, but the second songs melody sounds samey and bland to my ears, did Geldof write it purely as a money spinner?
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