pretend that someone spiked my beer There's a world around the corner In my elusive mind Wrong way down a one way highway It's Sunday all the time, all the time Morning
Woke up this morning more dead than alive Sentenced to madness from nine until five The weather is lousy, think I'm gonna be late I don't give a shit,
singer In the next apartment Waiting for the orchestra To step inside Almost fall asleep Behind the dark piano Waiting for the silence Of the night In the wee small hours Of a Sunday morning
Want a sunday in the south, alright Just another sunday in the south Oh, another sacred sunday in the south How I miss them old sweet sundays in the
honest she can go from monday to sunday it don?t even matter bout the money I?m stuck on her never shoulda let her suck on it Shoulda hit her up and send her home the next morning
And this song is dedicated To those who cherish that memory Early one Sunday morning Breakfast was on the table There was no time to eat She said to me, "Boy, hurry to Sunday
love man for nike An ah love man for fila Dat's not the ways of Anciento war gorilla Me rather den to save all my sasaparilla On a lonesome breezy Sunday morning
Seeing purple is what I'm tasting Finna do some baby making Gotta chop ta sixfy sitting next to me Bitch lookin like some nialating Hey sunday morning
the sea. On a western ocean passage, we started on the trip We flew along just like a song on a gallant whaling ship. Was the second Sunday morning,
skinny boy, all bones no lies your so miserable in the mornings will you will wait up for me? its sordid and I cant find my feet and you've got lips I
's just another Sunday Now Top of the Pops is dead And if the morning gets you down And then the evening lets you down Obliterate the Sundays, fair
Five to nine Early Sunday morning around breakfast time I heard a sudden tapping at the kitchen door Oh and there was more Well it was you I saw No mistake
Testify?yeah Cause he holds me like a Sunday morning Rocks me like a Saturday night He?s my Mr. Ooh La La Give me what I want Got it alright Yeah Cause he holds me like a Sunday morning
lucky From a coal miner's daughter right to a coal miner's wife Well the mountain folks love the mountains White lightning flowed like the fountains On a Sunday morning
the runaround, woman, I'm getting tired of that Hey, you told me last Sunday you were gonna straighten it out You know, woman, it's time I started having my doubts
would lean (Chorus:) He'd say, "Fly high like the angels Run wild like the devil We're all tryin' to find the middle Between saint and sinner, wrong and right Sunday morning
to the pits of Hell (ah) Can I get an amen on that one? Oh, hallelujah. Oh, Satan, you ol' devil you God can flatten you like a Sunday morning pancake