Sunday Sunday - Blur

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 again, a walk in the park

You meet an old soldier and talk of the past

He fought for us in two World Wars

Says the England he knew is now no more

He sings the Songs of Praise every week

But always falls asleep

For a Sunday sleep, but he knows what he knows

Sunday, Sunday

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la, la-la, la-la

Oh, the Sunday sleep

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

And Mother’s pride’s 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