Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep Oh, the Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park You meet an old soldier and talk of the past He fought for us in two world wars And says the England he knew is no more He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep For the Sunday sleep Sunday Sunday Oh Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep And Mother's Pride is your epithet That extra slice you will soon regret So going out is your best bet Then bingo yourself to sleep Oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars
And says the England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
For the Sunday sleep
Sunday
Sunday
Oh Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
I love the roughness