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Lyrics for Sunday Street by Squeeze:
| | | Artist: | Squeeze |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Sunday Street | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 74 | | | | Lyrics: | (DiffordTilbrook)
I'm down the lane on Sunday morning
Hung over and forever
yawning
I look for trousers that will fit me
She buys a yellow shirt that's sickly
A sarsparilla drink turns white teeth shades of pink
Sunday league play in the sunshine
I hear the whistle blow at halftime
With chapped legs and muddy shorts
They
walk home past the tennis courts
A pint of prawns in hand
I hear a ragtime band
On Monday
I want the weekend to come
On Tuesday
I'm glad that
Monday is done
Then Wednesday
And Thursday fly by
Then on Friday and Saturday
night
We get happy till Sunday is through
Siesta time in the living room
Snores go in and out of tune
After tea time we're off to the pub
To play in the
trivia club
How long's the river Thames?
It's where the evening ends
In my
bed I'm reading poetry
No one knows what's come over me
I close the book and turning
out the light
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