Come monday night the day of work is done 
Tuesday morning lose the grey of ordinariness 
Start by putting off your chores 
And all the crushing bores 
Say your morning prayers 
Sing a rousing song 
Then sing it on the long walk home 

Come monday night we're in a state of grace 
Twenty-million boys are caught up in a paper chase 
If the weekend promised much 
Then it failed to touch 
On a single count what i was hoping for 
What i was hoping for 

Come monday night we turn the telly off 
To listen to the silence 
Light that comes in from outside 
If you could catch it all 
And pin it to your wall 
Then you would sleep much better 
Baby you would sleep much better 
Maybe you would sleep much better 
Baby you would sleep much better 
Maybe you would sleep much better 
Baby you would sleep much better 
Maybe you would sleep much better 
Baby you would sleep much better 
Maybe you would sleep much better 
Baby you would sleep much better 
Maybe you would sleep much better 
Baby you would sleep much better