Sunday Sunday (Live at Wembley Stadium)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 'round the table To eat enough to sleep Oh, the Sunday sleep [Verse 2] Sunday, Sunday, here again, a walk in the park I meet an old soldier and we 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 he always falls asleep For the Sunday sleep But hе knows what he has to know [Bridge] Sunday, Sunday La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la La, la-la, la-la-la-la [Instrumental] [Verse 1] Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attirе 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 'round the table To eat enough to sleep [Outro] And Mother's pride's your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your best bet Bingo yourself to sleep Oh, that Sunday sleep [Spoken] Should I go in there? – Yes, please Oh, no, no, no, you don't know what's in there It could be anything in there Come in here— Should I go in there? There's someone in there, though On the crapper – Ooh, that's a bit— Okay, I'm gonna go in there