C7 Am C7
C7 Am C7
C7 Am C7
C7 Am C7
Monday morning wake up knowing that you’ve got to go to school
C7 Am C7
Tell your mum what to expect, she said it's right out of the blue
C7 Am C7
So you wanna work in Debenham's, because that’s what they expect
C7 C G
Start in lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor.
C7 Am C7
And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
C7 Am C7
For careers you say you want to be remembered for your art
C7 Am C7
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
C7 C G
Making life-size models of The Velvet Underground in clay
C7 Am C7
In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you’ve got no appetite
C7 Am C7
And the rumor is you never go with boys and you are tight
C7 Am C7
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
C7 C G
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher is looking up your skirt
C G
Hey, you’re been used
C G
Are you calm? settle down
C G
Write a song, Ill sing along
G C7
Soon you will know that you are sane
Am C C7
You’re on top of the world again
C7 Am C7
Monday morning wake up knowing that you’ve got to go to school
C7 Am C7
C7 Am C7
Tell your mum what to expect, she said it's right out of the blue
C7 Am C7
C7 Am C7
Do you want to work in C&A, cause that’s what they expect
C7 C G
C7 C G
Move to lingerie and take a feel off Joe the store man
C7 Am C7
Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
C7 Am C7
C7 Am C7
She’s got everything to gain cause she’s a fat girl with a lisp
C7 Am C7
C7 Am C7
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
C7 C G
C7 C G
'Cause you cant afford a blazer, girl you’re always wearing clogs
C7 Am C7
At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
C7 Am C7
C7 Am C7
Head of English gets you, asks you, what the hell do you think you’re doing?
C7 Am C7
C7 Am C7
Do you think you’re better than the other kids? well get outside.
C7 C G
C7 C G
You’ve got permission, but you’ve got to make the bastard think he’s right
C G
Hey, you’re been used
C G
Are you calm? settle down
C G
Write a song, Ill sing along
G C7
Soon you will know that you are sane
Am C C7
You’re on top of the world again
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