pulp
monday morning
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?  Hmm, 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 ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Oh, I want a refund, I want a light I want a reason To make it through the night, all right  And so you finally left school, So now what are you going to do? Now you're so grown up, yeah, 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 You're gonna do it all over again And you go ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah I want a refund, I want a light I want a reason for all this night after night after night after night, oh Oh, I know that it's stupid but I just can't seem to spend a night at home 'Cause my friends left town and I'm here all alone  Yeah, they say the past must die for the future to be born In that case die, die, die 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, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh-oh-oh La, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh-oh-oh Do, do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do Do, do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do, oh-oh-oh