On a Monday I get up at six the same for you drunks
In bed before nine thirty, that' pm for you punks
And and all the ….. Wish the life of monks
And a good day these days is hard to find

A fate already decided
As the marksman in the watchtower complains it's too one sided
When Tuesday comes us hopeless bums feel already derided
And a good day these days is hard to find