Letra de Sunday Morning Nightmare
Me dad don't want me coming home late from the disco And me mum doesn't want me hanging around with the lads Me brother thinks he looks like John Travolta And me sister thinks she's Olivia Newton JohnIt's a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmareI've been drinking too many pints of lager I've been getting into to many bleedin' fights I came home with sick all down me trousers I've got lovebites all around me neckI've got a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmareDon't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do itI've got a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmareDon't tell me dad I've just smashed up his car And don't tell me mum I've got me bird in the club Tell my brother not to wear my clothes And tell me sister to get her boyfriend outta me bedI've got a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmareDon't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do it