It doesn't feel like Monday
I don't feel that I like Monday
Monday doesn't like me,

that's strike three and I'm out.

can't seem to shake this cough and cold
my immune system's like the London Underground,
too flamin' old,

I am
screeching to a halt
them will blame me but
it's not my fault

anyway *** this for a lark
it's too dark
I'm going back to bed.