Blur - Sunday, Sunday

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 to sleep
On 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 the two world wars
And says
The england he knew is no more
He sing the songs of praise every week
But always falls to sleep
For 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
To gather the family around the table
To eat enough to sleep
And mother's pride is your epithet
The extra slice you will soon regret
So going out is your best bet,
Then bingo yourself to sleep
On the Sunday sleep