One More Before Monday

Britpop; conversational male vocals with Northern English pub character, using the user's own recorded voice; full-jangle production with bright, choppy Rickenbacker strums and jangling guitars, warm clean mix, bass-and-handclap bridge rebuild, extra harmonies on the loud final chorus, clean warm G ending; upbeat driving feel at ~132 BPM; G–C–D–Em, bounding offbeat bass, crisp driving drums, handclaps, immediate backing harmonies

*[Upbeat Britpop finale; jangling guitars, bouncing bass, lively drums and a big, joyful chorus]*

**[Verse 1]**
Sunday in the local, your coat behind the door
Dave’s explaining football with a beer mat for the score
Jenny’s back from London, says she’s only staying two
Now she’s halfway through her third and catching up with you
You’ve put a pound in the jukebox, picked a song we used to hate
By the second chorus, we’re agreeing it was great
You pull me from the corner, nearly knock my pint aside
Say, “Come on, then—there’s nowhere here to hide”

**[Pre-Chorus]**
There’s work at eight, the washing’s wet
You give me that look
And I forget

**[Chorus]**
One more before Monday
One more while we’re here
You’ve got your arms around me
And I’ve got your coat right here
Let tomorrow wait till morning
Let the jukebox have its say
One more before Monday
We’re not done with Sunday

**[Verse 2]**
Brenda’s got the quiz sheet, won’t let anyone look
Says the answer’s definitely someone from a book
Dave says, “It was Bowie,” though the question’s about kings
We give him back his beer mat and get on with other things
You tell a joke so badly that you laugh before the end
Then try again and lose it at exactly where you went
I’ve never seen you happier; you’ve tears upon your cheeks
You say, “It’s been a while”
I say, “Let’s do this every week”

**[Pre-Chorus 2]**
Your favourite starts, you lift your head
“Hold this a minute”
That’s all you’ve said

**[Bridge — drop to bass, drums and handclaps]**
Then the landlord rings the bell
Jenny’s lost her phone as well
Finds it underneath her chair
Dave’s still arguing over there
You help Brenda with her sleeve
I find your scarf; we start to leave
Then our song comes on again
You turn around
And pull me in

**[Final Chorus — full band, lifted melody]**
One more before Monday
One more while we’re here
You’ve got your arms around me
And I’ve got your coat right here
Let tomorrow wait till morning
Let the jukebox have its say
One more before Monday
We’re not done with Sunday

**[Outro]**
Outside, you’re singing down the street
The chorus tangled round your feet
You ask, “Same time next Sunday, then?”
I say, “You’ll have to ask again”
You stop and turn
I pull you near
“Of course we will
I’ll meet you here”

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*[Upbeat Britpop finale; jangling guitars, bouncing bass, lively drums and a big, joyful chorus]* **[Verse 1]** Sunday in the local, your coat behind the door Dave’s explaining football with a beer mat for the score Jenny’s back from London, says she’s only staying two Now she’s halfway through her third and catching up with you You’ve put a pound in the jukebox, picked a song we used to hate By the second chorus, we’re agreeing it was great You pull me from the corner, nearly knock my pint aside Say, “Come on, then—there’s nowhere here to hide” **[Pre-Chorus]** There’s work at eight, the washing’s wet You give me that look And I forget **[Chorus]** One more before Monday One more while we’re here You’ve got your arms around me And I’ve got your coat right here Let tomorrow wait till morning Let the jukebox have its say One more before Monday We’re not done with Sunday **[Verse 2]** Brenda’s got the quiz sheet, won’t let anyone look Says the answer’s definitely someone from a book Dave says, “It was Bowie,” though the question’s about kings We give him back his beer mat and get on with other things You tell a joke so badly that you laugh before the end Then try again and lose it at exactly where you went I’ve never seen you happier; you’ve tears upon your cheeks You say, “It’s been a while” I say, “Let’s do this every week” **[Pre-Chorus 2]** Your favourite starts, you lift your head “Hold this a minute” That’s all you’ve said **[Chorus]** One more before Monday One more while we’re here You’ve got your arms around me And I’ve got your coat right here Let tomorrow wait till morning Let the jukebox have its say One more before Monday We’re not done with Sunday **[Bridge — drop to bass, drums and handclaps]** Then the landlord rings the bell Jenny’s lost her phone as well Finds it underneath her chair Dave’s still arguing over there You help Brenda with her sleeve I find your scarf; we start to leave Then our song comes on again You turn around And pull me in **[Final Chorus — full band, lifted melody]** One more before Monday One more while we’re here You’ve got your arms around me And I’ve got your coat right here Let tomorrow wait till morning Let the jukebox have its say One more before Monday We’re not done with Sunday **[Outro]** Outside, you’re singing down the street The chorus tangled round your feet You ask, “Same time next Sunday, then?” I say, “You’ll have to ask again” You stop and turn I pull you near “Of course we will I’ll meet you here”

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