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
'Cause 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
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