Monday Morning Lyrics - Andy M. Stewart

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.'"