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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.

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