Sunday Afternoon

Ham salad and peaches and cream on a Sunday afternoon
Washing up and putting away now go and tidy your room
Mother does the flowers at church the daffodils are in bloom
Get your feet off the settee your grandma will be here soon
It’s a Sunday afternoon
Another Sunday afternoon

If Sundays kill more men than bombs then I’m about to explode
Mondays are fine they keep you in line and put creases into your clothes
Tuesdays don’t matter a jot and Wednesdays die on the vine
Thursdays are cursed Fridays still hurt and Saturdays take a long time
And then there’s Sunday afternoon
Another Sunday afternoon

I become somebody else on a Sunday
I get out of my self

Mission Praise Dr Jack and the top twenty countdown
Band practice in the village hall trying to get deeper and down
There’s a kid from school swore he saw Jesus in his dressing gown
They took him off to Barnsley Hall just try not to spread it around
On a Sunday afternoon
On a Sunday afternoon

I become somebody else on a Sunday
I get out of my self



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