Текст песни Sham 69 - Sunday Morning Nightmare
Sham 69 - Sunday Morning Nightmare слова песни
Me dad don`t want me coming home late from the discoAnd me mum doesn`t want me hanging around with the ladsMe brother thinks he looks like John TravoltaAnd me sister thinks she`s Olivia Newton John It`s a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare I`ve been drinking too many pints of lager I`ve been getting into to many bleedin` fightsI 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 nightmare 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 Don`t do it, they won`t let us do it I`ve got a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare Don`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 clothesAnd tell me sister to get her boyfriend outta me bedI`ve got a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare 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 Don`t do it, they won`t let us do it