On a Monday Morning

Too soon to be out of my bed, Too 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.