MONDAY MORNING
Monday morning 6 A.M. the clock rings off the wall
Now I�m standing tae attention in my bare feet in the hall
Wi� one leg doon my trousers I can find nae socks at all
But I�m a coiled spring of industry respondin� to your call.
CHORUS:
Monday morning, why do you haunt me
With 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.
"Gie me something different please," I asked them at the Burro
"On the board of some big company where I�ve no a thing to do
Or let me try Insider Tradin�, I�d be equal to the task
For I�m slowly bein� murdered by the piece bag and the flask."
The bloke behind the counter said, "You must be off your heid"
And he swore he�d phone the polis if I did not leave wi� speed.
It was there I read the notice pinned behind him on the wall
That said: "Mak� them thank their lucky stars they�ve any job at all."
Just come up here to Scotland you can pay us what you like
Our needs are very simple and we�re not allowed to strike
And we all wear wee cloth bonnets, and we all say, "Help ma Boab!"
And we�ll all bend down and kiss your doup and thank you for the job.
(Words & Music: Andy M. Stewart)