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