Andy M. Stewart - Monday Morning Lyrics
Monday morning, why do you haunt meWith your bells and factory whistles all around?Monday morning, why do you taunt me?And I so tired I could sleep here on the ground.'Give me something different please,' I ask at the buroo,On the board of some big company where there's nae a thing to do,Let me try insider trading, I'll be equal to the task,cause I'm surely being murdered by the brown bag and the flask.'"