Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late Together the family around the table, to eat enough to sleep Oh the Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park You meet an old soldier and talk of the past He fought for us in two world wars and says the England he knew is no more He sings songs of praise every week but always falls asleep For that Sunday sleep You dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late Together the family around the table to eat enough to sleep And mother's pride is you epithet, that extra slice you will soon regret So going out is your best bet, then bingo yourself to sleep Oh the Sunday sleep