Ha! The kids were having parties down on Main Street, the music getting louder by the hour
And with all the people making rhythmic sounds we drank ‘till the wee small hours;
And the amber nectar poured in the darkened streets, the moon it shone as bright as it could shine;
And the girl I had beside me came with dancing feet and for all that night she was mine.
Don't expect me in on Monday got far too drunk on Sunday taking time out to recover from this drunken haze.
It looks like all of Tuesday I'm gonna have the blues, say I might be in on Wednesday to collect my pay.

Fireworks began at midnight on the river; the sound of bells was heard all o'er the town,
I sat and took time out to consider just what we had in our hands.
Hear the birds with their morning glory see the sun and the earth before us,
The mountain and the river, the rain the clouds deliver and all that we take from this land.
Don't expect me in on Monday, didn't get to bed on Sunday and my head's still having problems with this drunken haze.
I can’t be in by Tuesday; I'd smell far too rude, hey! I may arrive on Wednesday to collect my pay;
But if I've not arrived by Thursday I was probably quite thirsty, I'd have had another drink to forget my pain.
Send someone round on Friday, but not to read my diary …

Performance: Lead Vocal – Paul Craven; All Guitars – Jim Hopwood; Synth & Percussion – Kevin Cookson; Bass – Jim Donaldson.

Songwriter’s Notes: I love this song because it came out the blue – I was sat watching television it was a program about a rock concert that had been going on for many days and at the end of the program the crew were filming everyone going home – a car pulls up - the guy leans out and shouts ‘don’t expect me in on Monday’ – the car sped off. I thought that line would make a great song – I rushed in the studio and this was the result.