The Monday Club was swinging there was no school today
The bar had won 16 to one
twas an extra day to play
With the jukebox live a pumpin' the boys were here to stay
Blastin' out it's freedom songs in harmony
they swayed

But some clientelle can't drink so well
get loud with angry tone
The landlord pulls them to one side
and tells them to go home
The weekends gone, they carry on
there is no time to lose
Another pint, another short, we're tanked up on the booze

They'll fight about the horses
they'll fight about the cards
Hold back the fists, although they're pissed
to make out that they're hard
They may drop a tear for Ireland
and sing their mothers song
You'll be sure of the craic, when you drink with the pack so
Please don't send me home

As daylight turned to evening
the craic was still in flow
Some could stand and some were down
but none of them would go
The runners took the bets
and the barman poured the drink
The banter back and forth
was fierce and none of them could think

When tomorrow comes
there's no more fun, it's back to site they'll drift
The heads are down
there'll have to graft to make up for the shift
As the week goes on, their thoughts
will turn to another Monday club
When Friday comes the tools
go down it's time to hit the pub