Sunday, Sunday Songtext

von Blur

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