Letra de Sunday Sunday (Live in Hyde Park, London 02/07/2009)
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plateRegret 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 WarsAnd the England he knew is no more He sings the songs of praise Then he reads, but always falls asleep For that Sunday sleep but he knows what he has to knowSunday, Sunday Oh, that Sunday sleepSunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late You gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleepAnd mother's pride is your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your best bet Then bingo yourself to sleep Oh that Sunday sleepNo! Stop, stop, stop Now, I had to say stop like that because otherwise It wouldn't have stopped Sometimes you have to say stop! You know? Sometimes it's just a simple stop You don't get, well, uh... I came up with the idea for this song in this park I was living - I was living off Crediton church street And I used to come in to the park on the other end And I used to, you know, watch people and pigeons and All that stuff