Oh No!

We've got to go to work on Monday

There's no more time to play

At home I cannot stay

I want to run away

I'm going to have to find my brain

Some knowledge I need to attain

I think I'll emigrate to the Ukraine

Or set up a 'No work today' campaign

But it doesn't matter what I do

I can moan until I'm blue

I won't be able to stew with a brew.

I've got to work this thing through

I've got to get in the mood

Although I'm feeling subdued

I've got to get rid of this attitude

How can my enthusiasm be renewed?

Sadly, it cannot be

I'm going to need loads of tea

because I realise,

I'm still part of the bourgeois.