Dm F Woke up with the shakes on the bathroom floor Dm The sun is shining, I felt like drinking some more F Sunday's takeaway welded on my Elvis tray Dm It's a pound a can in the garden all day F Start at noon, keep on going through 'til two Dm Dabbing speed like a monkey in a fucking zoo Get your girl in the bathroom, F after flirting all day Dm It's the time of your life on bank-holiday Monday C Street fighting A# Yet some day C You get out Chorus: Dm Out of those Mondays C Yes some say A# They were the best days C Out of our minds D C D Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's 8 o'clock time to catch the next bus to town When the drink is in, the wit is most definitely out Late bars, fight starts, between my brother and I Get kicked out so we hold tight and take it outside Dodging cars, new scars, fighting out on the road Knees me in the chest my head and arse hits the floor Swallowed tongue, what we done, someone's hand in my mouth Got to pull it back out on a Bank Holiday Monday Street Fighting Yet some day You get out Chorus Dm A/C# I want to stick him real hard with a kitchen knife C But we share the same bed in my mam's house tonight I wait, I wait, I wait, G/B I wait, until he walks up the lane Dm It's all the fun of the fair on bank-holiday Monday Street Fighting Yet some day You get out Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# C C# D Dm F G B |