I was a Monday child
All of life was a weekend
Mmm, now it's Monday soon
And I live for tonight
Late nights, empty glasses,
500 will take care of the problem for a while (for the moment)
But I think that everyone soon
Will have had enough of me
What have you done of yourself, for yourself, with yourself?
The situation is so sick
What have you done? For you it is always a weekend
And the weekend must stop
It is full a Saturday at 5,
I always want to leave from here, but never go home
I would like to take it later, what will become of me?
There are days like today, hopeless mornings
When I wake like a wreck
And I notice that everyone has, has had enough of me
What have you done of yourself, for yourself, with yourself?
The situation is so sick
What have you done? For you it is always a weekend
And the weekend must stop
I was a Monday child
All of life was a weekend
It is Monday soon
But I live for tonight
I was born on a Saturday, mom called me a disco girl
So on a Saturday, yeah, you know where you'll find me
I was born on a Saturday, mom called me a disco girl
But you ask yourself...
What have you done of yourself, for yourself, with yourself?
The situation is so sick
What have you done? For you it is always a weekend
And the weekend must stop
What have you done of yourself, for yourself, with yourself?
The situation is so sick
What have you done? For you it is always a weekend
And the weekend must stop
You are a Monday child
You are a Monday child