Stand clear Monday's here and no prisoners will be taken.
I'm running scared in third class because the system Is still in place,
all along the platform lined up instead of in freeform are today's commuters, baristas, solicitors, chancers and sharp operators, they wait the same as I under the weeping willow sky.
If this is the 'last chance saloon' and the tube train's arriving soon I'll have a double.
Monday's still here or it was, not sure now because my eyes are shut but I think that it might be still able to see me.
For a brief moment I thought the screeching I could hear was my brain jumping a gear but it's the brakes on the train, listen, it's doing it again.
and again it's almost done, I've used up my tiny portion if such fun is dealt that way
Darling, Monday is still here like a milk bottle on the window sill dear, waiting for my corn flakes.