Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 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. DC