I was a Monday child
My whole life was a weekend
Mmmm, now it's almost Monday
And I live for tonight
Late nights, empty glasses,
Five hundred will cover up the problem for a while (for now)
But I believe that everyone will soon
Have had enough of me
What did you make of yourself, for yourself, with yourself
The situation is so bad
What have you done, it's always the weekend for you
And the weekend must end
It's 5 o'clock on a quiet Saturday
I always want to move on, but never want to go home
I'd rather take it later, what will become of me
There are days like today, hopeless mornings
When I wake up a wreck
Oh see that everyone has - has had enough of me
What did you make of yourself, for yourself, with yourself
The situation is so bad
What have you done, it's always the weekend for you
And the weekend must
I was a Monday child
My whole life was a weekend
It's Monday soon
And I live for tonight
I was born on a Saturday, mamma called me a disco girl
So on a Saturday, yes then you know where to find me
Born on a Saturday, everyone calls me a disco girl
But you wonder ...
What did you make of yourself, for yourself, with yourself
The situation is so bad
What have you done, it's always the weekend for you
And the weekend must end
What did you make of yourself, for yourself, with yourself
The situation is so bad
Ve-ronica, what have you done with yourself
And the weekend must end ...
You are a Monday child
You are a Monday child