Lyrics

She's gonna dance 'til her back hurts And heavy metal is for faggots She said He's got a new Irvine Welsh book Tonight he's gonna rock the "taut look" Instead Monday, Tuesday, act your age Wednesday, Thursday, it's the same As Friday, pretty close to Monday What were you thinking What were you doing, yeah? Wallpaper your life Got pretty caned in Ibiza None of her friends would believe her She said She can't wait for the Notting Hill And he's already had a belly full Instead Monday, Tuesday, it's the same Wednesday, Thursday, act your age And Friday, pretty close to Monday What were you thinking What were you doing, yeah? Wallpaper your life Oh, oh, oh oh! You're nearly thirty now, have you forgotten how? You go with whatever's easy, got nothing left to believe in It's just a word that you heard on the radio You're not a mod or a rocker You've never heard of Nirvana You're nearly thirty now, have you forgotten how Back when we used to run the place? Monday, Tuesday, act your age Wednesday, Thursday, it's the same As Friday, pretty close to Monday Monday, Tuesday, it's the same Wednesday, Thursday, act your age And Friday, pretty close to Monday Monday, Tuesday, act your age Wednesday, Thursday, it's the same As Friday, pretty close to Monday What were you thinking What were you doing, yeah?