I was born on a Sunday Placed in a big pink cot I think that my mother would've liked a girl But she was happy with what she'd got My mother sent my father for a big blue blanket The salesman said, "'Fraid not" And the next time I'm born, won't be on a Monday When all the shops are shut I asked my girl to love me Darling be my wife Love me every morning, try real hard Stick with me for life But now I just can't blame her She tried and tried and tried But she knew that the grass was greener Over on the other side I want my mail delivering I need my music loud I want my sins forgiven Oh, take my picture now I'm not scared of lightning I'm just afraid of clouds So I go out with my sleeves rolled up And both my socks rolled down I never understood how a clock works I learned a little bit about wine I know the secret in both those things Has got something to do with time I never really got it with romance I failed and failed in love But I never say a prayer when things go wrong Or speak to god above I don't do much on Sunday Mondays pass me by Tuesday's karaoke Wednesday's goodbye To the girl I met last Thursday We shared one hot meat pie Friday squeezed into Saturday's trousers And seven days just flew by I went for a stroll in the country I took the bus to town I lent my bike to my best friend's wife And she took it on the underground Where she got very busy with a busker No sooner had she turned around Then the bike got stolen and her lips looked swollen Don't you love it when the wheels go 'round [Instrumental] I went to see Madonna in a concert I got in for free I didn't want any of my best friends there Just sing those songs for me I want you to look at me, wink your eye Wear a top-hat and a red bowtie I want you to sing 'The Fields Of Athenry' In the town I love so well I can dine out in a restaurant But I can cook the same at home My best friend, John, climbs mountains Just to spend some time alone But I still get seasick on the water I still get airsick on a plane But I still fly and I still sail Again and again and again So, look out of your window Look to the east and west Tell me where you'd love to go Get that off your chest Maybe some place foreign In the hills of France or Spain I've been there twice, but it wasn't very nice And I'm never going there again [Instrumental] So it's breakfast every morning Coffee now and then Scones and jam with the bread of my mam In bed by half-past-ten Avoid big steaks take some breaks Favour something light Don't drink tea after half-past-three Or you may be up all night Old George Bush is a merry old soul And a merry old soul is he He bombed my house in the middle of the night Number sixty-three Now I've got no chair and I've got no dog And I've sure got no TV And John Lee's pills went missing Down the back of the red settee Grownups climb up mountains Children climb up trees Grownups nurse their broken hearts And patch their children's knees But trees don't look like mountains Hearts don't bend like knees And should my heart be broken, darling Mend my heart for me Should my heart be broken, darling Mend my heart for me Should my heart be broken, darling Mend my heart for me