La la lala la la la
Lala la la
La la lala la la la
Lala la la

Trouble is a morning
It comes around everyday
And trouble is the dawning
It just won't go away

Every morning when the work bell rings
I've got to do another of them working day things
And I'm the kind of man who likes everything

The trouble with monday 
It comes around every week
And the trouble with the foreman
Is he wants to play hide and seek

Round every corner on the factory floor
Slogging on the bench make me give them much more
And I'm the kind of man who likes everything

Oh saturday oh
Which is followed by Sunday
Which is followed by Monday
Which is followed by the ruination
Of an average seven day week

The trouble with the week
Is friday's always too long
And The trouble with the other days
Are ever so long

End up sweating on a working machine
Only keep the taxman happy and clean
And I'm the kind of man who likes everything

La la lala la la la
Lala la la
La la lala la la la
Lala la la.....
