ON A MONDAY MORNING
Cyril Tawney
^^^ Too soon to be out of my bed,
To soon to be back at this bus queue caper,
Or searching 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 devil,
On a Monday morning.
Where is the weekend now?
Where is the Whiskey and beer I tasted?
Gone the same way as the pay I wasted,
On a Monday morning.
If only the birds would booze,
If only the sun was a party giver,
If I could just lend someone else my 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,
To soon to be back at this bus queue caper,
Or searching for change for my picture paper,
On a Monday morning. |
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.
Too soon to be out of my bed,
To soon to be back at this bus queue caper,
Or searching for change for my picture paper,
On a Monday morning.
@love
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DC |
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