Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work in Debenham's, because that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor
And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay
In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt
Hey, you've been used
Are you calm? Settle down
Write a song, I'll sing along
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again
Monday morning, wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work at C&A's, because that's what they expect
Move to Lingerie, and take a feel off Joe the storeman
Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
She's got everything to gain because she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
Because you can't afford a blazer, girl, you're always wearing clogs
At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of English gets you, asks you, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside"
You've got permission, but you've got to make the ba*tard think he's right