Monday Morning - Pulp

There’s nothing to do so you just stay in bed, oh poor thing, why live in the world when you can live in your head?

Mmm when you can go out

late from Monday till Saturday turns into Sunday and now you’re back

here at Monday so we can do it all over again.

And you go aah ah ah

(etc.) and I want a refund, I want a light, I want a reason to make it thru

the night, alright.

And so you finally left school, so now what are you

going to do?

Now you’re so grown up, yeah you’re oh oh oh oh oh so

mature oh.

Going out late from Monday, chuck up in the street on Sunday, you don’t want to live till Monday and have to do it all again.

and you go aah ah ah (etc.) I want a refund, I want a light, I want a reason for all this night after night after night after night.

Oh I know that

it’s stupid but I just can’t seem to spend a night at home 'cos my friends left town and I’m here all alone ow.

Oh yeah they say the past

must die for the future to be born, in that case die little me — ooh.

Stomach in, chest out, on your marks, get set, go.

Now, now that you’re

free, what are you going to be?

And who are you going to see?

And

where, where will you go and how will you know you didn’t get it all

wrong.

Is this the light of a new day dawning?

A future bright that you

can walk in?

No it’s just another Monday morning.

Do it all over again

oh baby.

La la la la la la, (etc).

Do do do do do do (etc.)