| Me dad don’t want me coming home late from the disco
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| And me mum doesn’t want me hanging around with the lads
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| Me brother thinks he looks like John Travolta
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| And me sister thinks she’s Olivia Newton John
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| It’s a Sunday morning nightmare
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| A Sunday morning nightmare
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| A Sunday morning nightmare
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| I’ve been drinking too many pints of lager
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| I’ve been getting into to many bleedin' fights
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| I came home with sick all down me trousers
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| I’ve got lovebites all around me neck
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| I’ve got a Sunday morning nightmare
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| A Sunday morning nightmare
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| A Sunday morning nightmare
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| Don’t do it, they won’t let us do it
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| Don’t do it, they won’t let us do it
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| Don’t do it, they won’t let us do it
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| Don’t do it, they won’t let us do it
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| I’ve got a Sunday morning nightmare
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| A Sunday morning nightmare
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| A Sunday morning nightmare
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| Don’t tell me dad I’ve just smashed up his car
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| And don’t tell me mum I’ve got me bird in the club
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| Tell my brother not to wear my clothes
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| And tell me sister to get her boyfriend outta me bed
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| I’ve got a Sunday morning nightmare
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| A Sunday morning nightmare
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| A Sunday morning nightmare
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| Don’t do it, they won’t let us do it
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| Don’t do it, they won’t let us do it
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| Don’t do it, they won’t let us do it
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| Don’t do it, they won’t let us do it |