Blur – Sunday Sunday: Lyrics and Music Video
Sunday Sunday by Blur lyrics and music video. You can sing while listening to the song Sunday Sunday performed by Blur. Hope you like the music video and song lyrics for Sunday Sunday.
Blur: Sunday Sunday Lyrics
Sunday, sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the tv guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather 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
Says the england he knew is now no more
He sings songs of praise every week
But always falls asleep
For the sunday sleep
But he know what he knows
(sunday)
(sunday)
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la
Oh, the sunday sleep
Sunday, sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the tv guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table
To eat enough to sleep
And mother’s pride’s your epithet
That extra slice you’ll soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, that sunday sleep
You read the colour supplement, the tv guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather 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
Says the england he knew is now no more
He sings songs of praise every week
But always falls asleep
For the sunday sleep
But he know what he knows
(sunday)
(sunday)
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la
Oh, the sunday sleep
Sunday, sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the tv guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family around the table
To eat enough to sleep
And mother’s pride’s your epithet
That extra slice you’ll soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, that sunday sleep
