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?
And 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 now you go aah ah ah (etc)

I want a refund,
I want a light,
I want a reason to make it thru the night.

And so you finally left school,
so now what are you going to do?
Now you're so grown up,
yeah you're oh so mature.
Going out late from Monday,
chuck up in the street on Sunday,
you don't want to live till Monday
and have to do it all again.

And you go aah ah ah (etc)

I want a refund,
I want a light,
I want a reason for all this
night after night after night after night.
Oh I know that it's stupid
but I just can't seem to spend a night at home
'cos me friends left town
and I'm here all alone.

Oh yeah they said the past must die
for the future to be born,
in that case die little mother.

Stomach in.
Chest out.
On your marks.
Get set.
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, (etc).
Do do, do do do do (etc).