Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday Street, artist - Squeeze. Album song Play, in the genre Date of issue: 12.11.2007
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Sunday Street |
| I’m down the lane on Sunday morning |
| Hung over and forever yawning |
| I look for trousers that will fit me |
| She buys a yellow shirt that’s sickly |
| A sarsaparilla drink turns white teeth shades of pink |
| Sunday league play in the sunshine |
| I hear the whistle blow at halftime |
| With chapped legs and muddy shorts |
| They walk home past the tennis courts |
| A pint of prawns in hand |
| I hear a ragtime band |
| On Monday |
| I want the weekend to come |
| On Tuesday |
| I’m glad that Monday is done |
| Then Wednesday |
| And Thursday fly by |
| Then on Friday and Saturday night |
| We get happy till Sunday is through |
| Siesta time in the living room |
| Snores go in and out of tune |
| After tea time we’re off to the pub |
| To play in the trivia club |
| How long’s the river Thames? |
| It’s where the evening ends |
| In my bed I’m reading poetry |
| No one knows what’s come over me |
| I close the book and turning out the light |
| I hear the sound of Monday outside |