Sunday Sunday

Sunday sunday here again in tidy attire You read the colour supplement The TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep Oh the Sunday sleep Sunday sunday here a

One night, half a dozen tourists met together in Trafalgar Square A fourth nights tour on the continent was planned And each had his portmento in his hand Down the Rhine they ment to have a picnic to Joan siad I must decline The boys are being advise

Oh, you make me feel Like no one ever will Why do you bore me Until my heart stands still Then you confuse me That makes me hateful When I get hateful I say stupid things about you All those things I know about you Oh, it's the strangest feeling to k

She calls me on the phone Just when I was low, feeling short of stable And all that she intends And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label She says she's ashamed And she can take me for a while And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past But maybe

I pump poison Into my body To forget That I am me It feels good Wonderful I forget I have feelings at all You＇re dizzy I floated up Fifteen miles high Stuck my head through All the holes in our sky I looked out across the universe And thought of you