Lyrics:

Mondays is for drinking to the seldom-seen kid

I've been working on a cocktail called 'Grounds For Divorce'
Who-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oah
Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve
Who-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oah
Doubt comes him on sticks but then he kicks like a horse
Who-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oah
There's a Chinese cigarette case and the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep
And the rest you can keep

There's a hole in my neighbourhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall
There's a hole in my neighbourhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall


Mondays is for drinking to the seldom-seen kid

Who-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oah
Who-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oah


There's this whispering of jokers doing 'Flesh by the pound'
To a chorus of supposes from the little town halls
There'll be twisted karaoke at the Aniseed Lounge
And I'll bring you further roses but it does you no good
And it does me no good
And it does you no good

There's a hole in my neighbourhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall
There's a hole in my neighbourhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall
There's a hole in my neighbourhood
Down which of late I cannot help but fall


Someday we'll be drinking with the seldom-seen kid