Letra de Monday morning

Well, I was working for the taxman, Digging out the facts at the Inland Revenue. I was slowly going nowhere, thinking it was somewhere, There was nothing I could do. I got wasted every day of the week, And come Sunday, well, I just couldn't speak. Monday morning always comes around too soon, Monday morning always comes around too soon, Monday morning always comes around too soon. Well, I was getting more frustrated At the longer I waited, I thought I was led astray, And the only thing I knew was the sound of rock 'n' roll Kept taking me away. I got wasted every day of the week, And come Sunday, well, I just couldn't speak. Monday morning always comes around too soon, Monday morning always comes around too soon, Monday morning always comes around too soon.