I don’t like Monday It is the day that I dread Alarm clock screaming “Get the f*ck out of bed!” I don’t like Monday With these post-weekend blues I have to iron my shirt And polish my shoes I should have done it Sunday But then I spend all of my day Worrying about Monday And wishing Sunday away I don’t like Monday When I cycle to work Flat tyre, rainy weather Could this ‘get’ any worse? I don’t like Mondays When my tyrant-like boss Shouts and splutters in my face Oh no, I think he is cross I dream about Friday Where I can let down my hair I miss staring in my wardrobe Deciding what clothes i could wear But it’s not even Wednesday I’m totally delusional and screwed I have four more damn days Where’s my fix of junk food! I don’t like Mondays I put on so much weight Instead of doing any work I ate and ate and ate... I don’t like Monday Have I already said? I can’t really remember But this is the day that I dread!