I Hate Sunday

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Cilla Black - Pop, UK Pop

I Hate Sunday

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[Verse 1] I hate Sunday When the postman don't come And there's nothin' to do But think about how much I miss hearin' from you And Sunday drags on And I can't, no I can't wait for Monday [Verse 2] I don't mind Saturday Well, nobody does Except maybe the bosses 'Cause even if you miss the last boat on Friday There's parties across the road I don't mind, I don't mind Saturday [Verse 3] But I hate Sunday The postman don't come And my cupboard is empty Just soggy old sandwiches, stale beer and bad-goin' tater chips Smile at my guitar and yell 'cause he's stone-deaf from Saturday I don't wanna wake up to your letter on Monday 'Cause I, I really hate Sunday [Verse 3] Oh, I hate Sunday When the postman don't come And my cupboard is empty Just soggy old sandwiches, stale beer and bad-goin' tater chips Smile at my guitar and yell 'cause he's stone-deaf from Saturday I don't wanna wake up to your letter on Monday 'Cause I, I really hate Sunday [Outro] I really hate Sunday Oh, I hate Sunday Oh, I hate Sunday I really hate Sunday I really hate Sunday

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  • Belle Gonzalez