Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday's Best, artist - Elvis Costello. Date of issue: 04.01.1979
Song language: English
Sunday's Best |
| Times are tough for English babies |
| Send the army and the navy |
| Beat up strangers who talk funny |
| Take their greasy, foreign money |
| Skin shop, red leather, hot line |
| Be prepared for the engaged sign |
| Bridal books, engagement rings |
| And other wicked little things |
| Standing in your socks and vest |
| Better get it off your chest |
| Every day is just like the rest |
| But Sunday’s best |
| Stylish slacks to suit your pocket |
| Back supports and picture lockets |
| Sleepy towns and sleeper trains |
| To the dogs and down the drains |
| Major roads and ladies' smalls |
| Hearts of oak and long trunk calls |
| Continental interference |
| At death’s door with life insurance |
| Standing in your socks and vest |
| Better get it off your chest |
| Every day is just like the rest |
| But Sunday’s best |
| Sunday’s best, Sunday’s finest |
| When your money’s in the minus |
| And you suffer from your shyness |
| You can listen to us whiners |
| Don’t look now under the bed |
| An arm, a leg and a severed head |
| Read about the private lives |
| The songs of praise, the readers' wives |
| Listen to the decent people |
| Though you treat them just like sheep |
| Put them all in boots and khaki |
| Blame it all upon the darkies |
| Standing in your socks and vest |
| Better get it off your chest |
| Every day is just like the rest |
| But Sunday’s best |
| Sunday’s best |
| Sunday’s best |
| Sunday’s best |