Mr. Monday Composer(s): Dennis Lambert; Brian Potter
He gets up at eight oclock On cold clear winter days He eats his food at half past eight And clears the pots away He drives his car in the city streets And he meets along the way A lot of tall dark people Who stand there all the day Hes Mister Monday He works all day from nine to five Hes Mister Monday He lives alone in the city I see him in the evening I pass him at the door I say, Hello, how are you? And I know hes very poor He looks at the street through his window He watches the people pass by He loves little dogs and children And he never tells a lie Hes Mister Monday ...
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