Sunday Morning - text

26. října 2007 v 14:10 | Linča |  Album:Honest Workers
Sunday Morning



Sunday Morning, when I'm in bed
I hear those birdies
Singing my favorite time I like so much
Monday morning, when he's in bed
He wishes it was Sunday with breakfast in bed.

But it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday
Than Tuesday, than Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday
And Friday and Saturday and Sunday than Monday again.

The week goes slow, but he tries to run, he wants to run
Though dapee, dapee, dapee, dapee, dapee
The week goes slow, but he tries to run
Go too fast, can't control the sun.

So he runs fast, he runs fast, he runs fast, he runs fast
He speeds and he speeds and he speeds and he speeds
For the paycheque, the paycheque, the paycheque, the paycheque again.

My peace at home, 'cause my boat is my home
My peace at home, 'cause my boat is my home
My peace at home, 'cause my boat is my home
My boat is home.

When I go on a trip or two, I miss my birdies
Singing my favorite time, I like so much
When I come back from heavy tour
I hear those birdies singing my song.

So he's running, he's running, he's running, he's running
He's speeding, he's speeding, he's speeding, he speeds
For the paychque, the paycheque, the paycheque, the paycheque again.

So I stop him from running, I stop him from running
I tell him stop speeding, I tell him stop speeding
For the paycheque, the paycheque, the paycheque, the paycheque again.

He says it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday
than Tuesday, than Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday
And Friday and Saturday and Sunday than Monday again.

And Tuesday too.
 

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