| Woke up with the shakes on the bathroom floor
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| The sun is shining, I felt like drinking some more
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| Sunday’s takeaway welded on my elvis tray
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| It’s a pound a can in the garden all day
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| Start at noon, keep on going through til two
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| Dabbing speed like a monkey in a fucking zoo
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| Get your girl in the bathroom, after flirting all day
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| It’s the time of your life on Bank Holiday Monday
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| Street Fighting
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| Yet some day
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| You get out
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| Out of those mondays
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| Yes some say
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| They were the best days
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| Out of our minds
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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| 8 O’clock time to catch the next bus to town
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| When the drink is in, the wit is most definitely out
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| Late bars, fight starts, between my brother and I Get kicked out so we hold tight and take it outside
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| Dodging cars, new scars, fighting out on the road
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| Knees me in the chest my head and arse hits the floor
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| Swallowed tongue, what we done, someone’s hand in my mouth
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| Got to pull it back out on a Bank Holiday Monday
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| Street Fighting
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| Yet some day
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| You get out
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| Out of those mondays
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| Yes some say
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| They were the best days
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| Out of our minds
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
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| I want to stick him real hard with a kitchen knife
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| But we share the same bed in my mam’s house tonight
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| I wait, I wait, I wait, until he walks up the lane
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| It’s all the fun of the fair on Bank Holiday Monday
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| Street Fighting
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| Yet some day
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| You get out
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| Out of those mondays
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| Yes some say
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| They were the best days
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| Out of our minds
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah |