Paroles de Not Half

Sunday's gone, I remember half the fun we had. Monday has come, I know I'm not half as glad, glad. Jumping ship, lost my footing, fell and burst my lip. What can I say? I deserved it anyway, way. I can't have sold my soul, cos the devil he looks after his own. And now I feel like a bug on a roulette wheel, wheel. Sunday's gone, I remember half the fun we had. Monday has come, I know I'm not half as glad, glad. Glad.