(Difford/Tilbrook)
I'm down the lane on Sunday morning
Hung over and forever yawning
I look for trousers that will fit me
She buys a yellow shirt that's sickly
A sarsparilla drink turns white teeth shades of pink
Sunday league play in the sunshine
I hear the whistle blow at halftime
With chapped legs and muddy shorts
They walk home past the tennis courts
A pint of prawns in hand
I hear a ragtime band
On Monday
I want the weekend to come
On Tuesday
I'm glad that Monday is done
Then Wednesday
And Thursday fly by
Then on Friday and Saturday night
We get happy till Sunday is through
Siesta time in the living room
Snores go in and out of tune
After tea time we're off to the pub
To play in the trivia club
How long's the river Thames?
It's where the evening ends
In my bed I'm reading poetry
No one knows what's come over me
I close the book and turning out the light
I hear the sound of Monday outsideWritten by Randy Albright, John Grenebaum & Becky Hobbs
There's a blanket of snow coverin' up the old road to the house where I was
raised
Through the window I see the lights on the tree and a glow from the old
fireplace
Though it all looks the same so much has changed from the way it used to be
Christmas memories of happy years gone by
They come back to me and keep me warm inside
Still those Christmas memories make me cry
Now the stockings are filled; the house is still and the kids are dreamin' away
There's that old easy chair, me and Daddy sat there waitin' for Santa's sleigh
Now Daddy's gone but we carry on 'cause the little ones will need...
Christmas memories of happy years gone by
They come back to me and keep me warm inside
Oh they mean so much to me
Those Christmas memories make me cry