Yeah yeah
Street fighting
It’s the time of your life
Late bars, fight starts, between my brother and I

On a Bank Holiday Monday
Swallowed tongue, what we done, someone’s hand in my mouth
Yes some say
But we share the same bed in my mam’s house tonight
On Bank Holiday Monday
Out of our minds
Yes some say
Get your girl in the bathroom, after flirting all day
Get kicked out so we hold tight and take it outside
Sunday’s takeaway welded on my Elvis tray
You get out
Out of those Mondays

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It’s a pound a can in the garden all day

10 o’clock time to catch the next bus to town
You get out
They were the best days
Got to pull it back out
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

On Bank Holiday Monday

Street fighting
Start at noon, keep on going through til two
Dabbing speed like a monkey in a fucking zoo
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Out of our minds
Out of those Mondays
Out of those Mondays
Street fighting
Yet some day
Dodging cars, new scars, fighting out on the road
Yet some day
Yes some say

I want to stick him real hard with a kitchen knife
They were the best days
Yet some day
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait until he walks up the lane
It’s all the fun of the fair
When the drink is in, the wit is most definitely out
Knees me in the chest my head and arse hits the floor
Out of our minds
You get out
They were the best days