[Verse One]
Street lights shine bright
Illuminating Watford High Street on a Monday night
Fat slags are 'dressed to kill'
With their short skirts covering arse cheeks making me ill
It’s student night, I can get in wearing trainers and it’s a pound a pint
I drank a hella lotta Stella
When I left my mates and now I’m ready for a fuck or a fight

[Verse Two]
We started off in Baraka to get into Area free
There’s a queue at the bar so come and dance with me
Darling, can you handle it? We’ll build a bridge and dismantle it
We won't stop dancing because our feet are sore
We won't stop tonight until there’s shit on the dance floor
Fight!

[Hook]
Monday, Watford
Tuesday, in bed
You're barred what for?
Let's hope next week is like the week before

[Chorus]
Manic Mondays, I'm taking a piss down an alley way
As for the gear you just bought, I hope to God we don't get caught

[Outro]
Caught!
I'll see you in court

[You know what I was explaining] at half five in the morning
And I find that shocking, to be honest!
Like, what the fuck?!
I'm at a party; I wanna share my party vibes with other people
And if other people aren't up for that
Then, you know what, you can not be my friend
Or maybe you can, I don't know
Anyway, like, I don't know, like, yeah, bye