Flowers all forget to bloom
When Rosie walks into the room
She pours the cups of tea each day, at the working men's cafe
Nobody'd ever call her fair
No flowing locks of golden hair
Well there's something in her eyes somewhere
That Monday morning girl

You never heard her once complain
Point the finger, place the blame
To raise a daughter on her own she's steady as a stone
Barely has enough to pay
For what they need from day to day
Somehow she always finds a way
That Monday morning girl

Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, Rosie
Extraordinary, ordinary Monday morning girl

Well I wonder whether as a child she was born into a broken world
Or did she fall from grace somehow
It doesn't matter now
Oh I see her as this rebel child
Curious and slightly wild
She swallowed life down deep inside
Oh my Monday morning girl
Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, Rosie
Extraordinary, ordinary Monday morning girl
Extraordinary, ordinary Monday morning girl

Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, Rosie
Rosie, Rosie