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 sleep

Oh, the Sunday sleep

Sunday, 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 and

The England he knew is no more

He sings the Songs of Praise but always falls
asleep

For that Sunday sleep

But he knows what he knows

Sunday, Sunday

Oh, that Sunday sleep....

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

You gather the family around the table to eat
enough to sleep

And 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 sleep....