Mondays catch me standing Back to the wall, standing tall As you hammer the keys Under the club’s lights, Catch the eye of the bassist. He’s new, knows how to match you, Let you sing. He slid in, Played the refrain just right. Right enough, this Portuguese kid, To give me five minutes Leave my seat, check out the front Of house, faces dumbstruck, Keening towards your Pluck and bricked chords, To order and drain a whiskey, neat, Walk out into the night.