Текст песни Squeeze - Sunday Street, слова песни Squeeze

Текст песни Squeeze - Sunday Street

Squeeze - Sunday Street слова песни

(difford/tilbrook)Im down the lane on sunday morningHung over and forever yawningI look for trousers that will fit meShe buys a yellow shirt thats sicklyA sarsparilla drink turns white teeth shades of pinkSunday league play in the sunshineI hear the whistle blow at halftimeWith chapped legs and muddy shortsThey walk home past the tennis courtsA pint of prawns in handI hear a ragtime bandOn mondayI want the weekend to comeOn tuesdayIm glad that monday is doneThen wednesdayAnd thursday fly byThen on friday and saturday nightWe get happy till sunday is throughSiesta time in the living roomSnores go in and out of tuneAfter tea time were off to the pubTo play in the trivia clubHow longs the river thames? Its where the evening endsIn my bed Im reading poetryNo one knows whats come over meI close the book and turning out the lightI hear the sound of monday outside

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