Testo Sunday, Sunday

sunday sunday here again in tidy attire you read the colour supplement, the tv guide you dream of proteine on a plate, regret you left it quite so late to gather to family around the table to eat enough to sleep oh, the sunday sleep sunday sunday here again a walk in the park you meet an ol soldier and talk of the past he fought for us in two world wars and says the england he knew is no moore he sings the songs of praise every week but always falls asleep for that sunday sleep you dream of proteine on a plate regret you left it quite so late to gather the family around the table to eat enough to sleep and mother´s pride is your epiphet that extra slice you´ll soon regret so going out is your best, then bingo yourself to sleep oh that sunday sleep