Sunday's gone,
I remember half the fun we had.
Monday has come,
I know I'm not half as glad, glad.
Jumping ship,
Lost my footing, fell and burst my lip.
What can I say?
I deserved it anyway, way.
I can't have sold my soul,
Cos the devil he looks after his own.
And now I feel,
Like a bug on a roulette wheel, wheel.
Sunday's gone I remember half the fun we had.
Monday has come I know I'm not half as glad, glad.
Glad.