Lyrics Sunday Papers - Joe Jackson

Sunday Papers

Look Sharp!
Sunday Papers
Mother doesn’t go out anymore
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside
If you wanna know about the bishop and the actress
If you wanna know how to be a star
If you wanna know about the stains on the mattress
You can read it in the Sunday papers
Sunday papers
Mother’s wheelchair stays out in the hall
Why should she go out when the TV’s on
Whatever moves beyond these walls
She’ll know the facts when Sunday comes along
If you wanna know about the mad punk rockers
If you wanna know how to play guitar
If you wanna know 'bout any other suckers
You can read it in the Sunday papers
Read it in the Sunday papers
Chorus:
Sunday papers don’t ask no questions
Sunday papers don’t dead no lies
Sunday papers don’t raise objections
Sunday papers ain’t got no eyes
Brother’s hearing that way now, I guess
He just read something made his face turn blue
Well I got nothing against the press
They wouldn’t print it if it wasn’t true
If you wanna know 'bout the gay politician (Oh yeah!)
If you wanna know how to drive your car
If you wanna know 'bout the new sex position
You can read it in the Sunday papers
Read it in the Sunday papers
Chorus (twice)
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Sunday papers
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Sunday papers
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