No More Mondays

I never found it fair when the conversation turned to treacle And have you wandered round town, popped into cinemas in hope to find a sequel Cos that's what I've been doing Skipped more class just to shoe in a few more bad jokes They're not exactly thought through and My characters costumes aren't even period correct I don't want to see more Monday's I might end it all by Sunday Maybe that's why we get along when you say I'm right but I'm really wrong So what if you hate me, at least you look good doing it, oh yeh I give answer phones a runny nose, because they listen to me when you don't I was driving my mini, a call killed the tune so I went to accept it So I thought for a minute, until the sat-nav rudely interrupted with Leave the next roundabout at the third exit I don't want to see more Monday's I might end it all by Sunday And maybe that's why we get along when you say I'm right but I'm really wrong I don't want to see more Monday's I pray that I'd die by Sunday And even though you don't know the words you make some up and you sing a verse Where's the fun in functioning without you? I'm damp fireworks with no one to show off to And it's not sink or swim I'm full on scuba diving in The place where you should always be it's no bloody wonder that i feel like I don't want to see more Monday's I might end it all by Sunday And maybe that's why we get along when you say I'm right but I'm really wrong I don't want to see more Monday's I pray that I'd die by Sunday And even though you don't know the words you make some up and you sing your verse