Sunday Sunday (Live at Wembley Stadium)

Letra de Sunday Sunday (Live at Wembley Stadium)

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 sleepSunday, 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 the Sunday sleep, but he knows what he knowsSunday, Sunday La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-laSunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire You rеad 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