Too soon to be out of my bed
Too soon to be back at this bus-queue caper
Or fumblin' for change for my picture paper
On a Monday morning
Wrong end of the week for a smile
Wrong end of the day for being civil
It's many a saint would be a devil
On a Monday morning
Where is the weekend now?
Where is the whisky and beer I tasted?
Gone the same way as the pay I wasted
On a Monday morning
If only the birds would booze,
If only the sun was a party giver,
And if I could just give someone else my liver,
On a Monday morning
My lover she lies asleep
My lover is warm and her heart is mellow
I'd trade you the world just to share her pillow
On a Monday morning
Too soon to be out of my bed
Too soon to be back at this bus-queue caper
Or fumbling for change for my picture paper
On a Monday morning
(This was found at https://mainlynorfolk.info/cyril.tawney/songs/onamondaymorning.html )