Monday Morning Lyrics

Andy M. Stewart Monday Morning

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.

'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.'"