Sunday Sunday [Live]
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 around the table
To eat and then to sleep, oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park
I meet an old soldier and we talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars
And the England he knew is no more
He sings the songs of praise
But he always falls asleep for that Sunday sleep
But he knows what he has to know
Sunday, Sunday
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
You gather the family around the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you'll soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep, oh, that Sunday sleep