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Monday Morning 6 |
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A.M. the clock rings off the wall |
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Now I'm standing tae attention in my bare feet in the hall |
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Wi' one leg doon my troosers |
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I can find nae socks at all |
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But I'm a coiled spring of industry respondin' to your call. |
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Monday Morning, why do you haunt me |
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With your bells and factory whistles all around? |
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Monday Morning, why do you taunt me? |
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And I so tired |
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I could sleep here on the ground. "Gie me something different please," |
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I asked them at the |
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Burro "On the board of some big company where I've no a thing to do Or let me try Insider Tradin', I'd be equal tae the task, For I'm slowly bein' murdered by the piece bag and the flask." |
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Monday Morning, why do you haunt me |
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With your bells and factory whistles all around? |
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Monday Morning, why do you taunt me? |
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And I so tired |
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I could sleep here on the ground. |
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The bloke behind the counter said, "You must be off your heid" |
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And he swore he'd phone the polis if |
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I did not leave wi' speed. |
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It was there |
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I read the notice pinned behind him on the wall |
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That said: "Mak them thank their lucky stars they've ony job at all." |
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Monday Morning, why do you haunt me |
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With your bells and factory whistles all around? |
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Monday Morning, why do you taunt me? |
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And I so tired |
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I could sleep here on the ground. |
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Just come up here to |
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Scotland you can pay us what you like |
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Our needs are very simple and we're not allowed to strike |
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And we all wear wee cloth bonnets, and we all say, "Help ma Boab!" |
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And we'll all bend doon and kiss your doup and thank you for the job. |
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Monday Morning, why do you haunt me |
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With your bells and factory whistles all around? |
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Monday Morning, why do you taunt me? |
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And I so tired |
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I could sleep here on the ground. |
