On a Monday Morning
(Cyril Tawney)

Too soon to be out of my bed.

Too soon to be back at this bus queue caper

Fumbling for change, for me picture paper

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On a Monday morning,

On a Monday morning,

On a Monday morning.

Where did the weekend go?

Where is the whiskey and the beer I tasted?

Gone the same way as the pay I've wasted.

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If only the birds were booze.

If only the sun was a party giver.

IfI could just give someone else my liver

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My lover she lies asleep.

My lover's warm and her heart is mellow.

I'd give all the world to share her pillow.

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Too soon to be out of my bed.

Too soon to be back at this bus queue caper

Fumbling for change, for me picture paper

Chorus