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?

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