ANDY M. STEWART - MONDAY MORNING lyrics

rate me

Monday morning, why do you haunt me

With 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.

'Give me something different please,' I ask at the buroo,

On the board of some big company where there's nae a thing to do,

Let me try insider trading, I'll be equal to the task,

'Cuz I'm surely being murdered by the brown bag and the flask.'"