Transcribed from here and based on the helpful group Blackwater, who had almost identical lyrics on their Bandcamp site (give their recording a listen while you're there, it's a nice sounding recording!)

MONDAY MORNING
(written by Andy M. Stewart)

Monday morning, 6 AM; the clock rings off the wall
Here I'm standin' tae attention in ma bare feet in the hall
Wi' un leg doon ma trousers, I can find nae socks at all
But I'm a coiled spring o' industry respondin' tae your call

CHORUS
Monday morning, why do you haunt me
Wi' your bells and factory whistles all around
Monday morning, why do you taunt me
And I so tired I could sleep here on the ground

"Gi' me something different, please," I ask them at The Buroo
On the board o' some big company where I've no a thing tae do
Oh, let me try insider trading I’d be equal tae the task
For I'm slowly being murdered by the piece bag and the flask

CHORUS

The bloke behind the counter says "you must be off your head"
And he swore he'd phone the police if I did nae leave with speed
It was then I read the notice pinned behind him on the wall
that said "make 'em thank their lucky stars they've any job at all"

CHORUS

Just come up here to Scotland, you can pay us what you like
We're meek sir, very simple, and we're no' allowed to strike
And we've all got wee cloth bonnets and we all say "help me Bob"
And we’ll all bend down and kiss your doup and thank ye for the job

CHORUS (x2)

And I so tired I could sleep here on the ground