Monday Morning 6 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 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 I could sleep here on the ground.
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"Gie me something different please," I asked them at the Burro
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"On the board of some big company where I've no a thing to do
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Or let me try Insider Tradin', I'd be equal tae the task,
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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 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 I did not leave wi' speed.
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It was there 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 I could sleep here on the ground.
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Just come up here to 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 I could sleep here on the ground.
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Monday Morning
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| Andy M. Stewart |
