Andy M. Stewart - Monday Morning lyrics

Monday morning, why do you haunt me With your bells and factory whistles all around? Monday morning, why do you taunt me? And I so tired I could sleep here on the ground. 'Give me something different please,' I ask at the buroo, On the board of some big company where there's nae a thing to do, Let me try insider trading, I'll be equal to the task, ''cause I'm surely being murdered by the brown bag and the flask.'"