[bad word] on your time is gone
You've been a way too long
Sad Mondays yet [bad word]  my baby
Nothing will be the same
And you will see again
Sad Mondays yet [bad word] 
You said you'd have your day
You'd meet your love again
Warmed by the morning sun, my baby
But you forget one thing
No matter what you think
Sad Mondays may [bad word] 
Well after all you'll live through the Sad Mondays
No matter what you'll live through the Sad Mondays
Whatever you try you will see the Sad Mondays again
And again the world will turn 'round
Whatever you try you will see the Sad Mondays
And this is a plain fact of life

You thought you made your deal
And dreams came [bad word] and real
Your life turned into fun oh, baby
But hopes do turn out sour
At an unhappy hour
Sad Mondays yet [bad word] 
You claim you've saved the world
From the eternal cold
By lighting a new sun oh, baby
But in November rain
You'll have to see again
Sad Mondays yet [bad word]