Lyrics Sunday Morning - The Bolshoi

Sunday Morning

I remember when I was young
Feeling sick on Sunday Morning
I don’t wanna do it anymore
Standing in a line with a dirty mind
Clean it up on Sunday Morning
I don’t wanna do it anymore
One day a week we turn the cheek (x2)
Chorus:
Oh, how we kneeled down
Oh, we were so quiet
never any light there
I don’t care, it’s not right there
Get up early, do your hair
Sunday best on Sunday Morning
I don’t wanna see it anymore
Tea and toast in the social hall
We had it all on Sunday Morning
I don’t wanna see it anymore
Week coming fair, so wash your hair (x2)
(chorus)
Strong to feel, strong to care
You must not steal, you must not swear
(chorus)
I don’t wanna do it anymore
I don’t wanna see it anymore