Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color 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
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 says the England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
For the Sunday sleep
Sunday
Sunday
Oh Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color 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
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
Blur - Sunday Sunday Lyrics
Blur - Sunday Sunday Lyrics
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Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color 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
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 says the England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
For the Sunday sleep
Sunday
Sunday
Oh Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color 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
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
You read the color 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
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 says the England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
For the Sunday sleep
Sunday
Sunday
Oh Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the color 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
And Mother's Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
Writer: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Blur
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon