Bank Holiday Monday

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Woke up with the shakes on the bathroom floor
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The sun is shining, I felt like drinking some more
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Sunday's takeaway welded on my Elvis tray
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It's a pound a can in the garden all day
                                          F
Start at noon, keep on going through 'til two
                                         D
Dabbing speed like a monkey in a fucking zoo
                                                  F
Get your girl in the bathroom, after flirting all day
                      G                       D
It's the time of your life on bank-holiday Monday
 
[Pre-Chorus]
       C
Street fighting
    Bb
Yet some day
        C
You get out
 
[Chorus]
             D
Out of those Mondays
    C
Yes some say
              Bb
They were the best days
           C
Out of our minds
                        D     C D 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
[Verse 2]
D                                            F
It's 8 o'clock time to catch the next bus to town
                                                 D
When the drink is in, the wit is most definitely out
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Late bars, fight starts, between my brother and I
                                               D
Get kicked out so we hold tight and take it outside
                                             F
Dodging cars, new scars, fighting out on the road
                                                D
Knees me in the chest my head and arse hits the floor
                                                     F
Swallowed tongue, what we done, someone's hand in my mouth
                                          D
Got to pull it back out on a bank-holiday Monday
 
[Pre-Chorus]
       C
Street fighting
    Bb
Yet some day
        C
You get out
 
[Chorus]
             D
Out of those Mondays
    C
Yes some say
              Bb
They were the best days
           C
Out of our minds
                        D     C D  
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
[Interlude]
D    Db  C   Bm
 
[Bridge]
D                                            Db
I want to stick him real hard with a kitchen knife
                                              C
But we share the same bed in my mam's house tonight
                                                      G
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait, until he walks up the lane
                                             D
It's all the fun of the fair on bank-holiday Monday
 
[Pre-Chorus]
       C
Street fighting
    Bb
Yet some day
        C
You get out
 
[Out-Chorus]
             D
Out of those Mondays
    C
Yes some say
              Bb
They were the best days
           C
Out of our minds
                        D     C D
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C     D    C D
Yeah, yeah