Every monday morning 800 cherries

I am the smiling fly on the ceiling
Blue broken telephone is ringing

I know it's you, father
I'm sure I do work harder
But you always tell me
That I'm only lazy
Don't call me a liar
One after another
All my plans for the future
Will work well

I am the smiling fly on the ceiling
Blue broken telephone is ringing

I don't want to answer
But listen to me, father
I'm getting along somehow
And your are below ground now
I don't want to answer
But listening to me, father
You don't have to worry
Oh, rest in pеace!
Every Monday morning
You always make mе mad
But only I can do to you is
To murmur, ah!