Clements

One more Monday morning at the station
See the hangdog faces we all wear
They don't know I know the combination
When Friday comes along I'm gonna get my share

Seasoned ticket holders, please, forgive me
I've had enough of Monday morning rain
I wonder if you knew you'd all come with me
When Friday comes along I'll never be the same

Well, I've done more than my share
I know more about laissez-faire
Than to sit and wait until my ship comes in

It took a whole lot of getting wise
And just a little bit of free enterprise
Before I realised that stealing is no sin

Drag my name through scandal and sensation
Read about it on the Southern Line
I'm going where I need no reputation
When Friday comes along it's gonna work out fine

I've got a ticket on a 747
And I'll be dancing all the way to heaven
When I get that Friday midnight flight down south
And when my working day is done
I'll sell the story to the Sun
‘Cause I could never look a gift-horse in the mouth

So if you get that early train next Monday
Say I won't go down without a fight
Even if I'm doing time by Sunday
When Friday comes along I'm gonna be alright
Yes, when Friday comes along I'm gonna be alright