Sunday Sunday - Live in Hyde Park, London 02/07/2009

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
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

And the England he knew is no more
He sings the songs of praise
Then he reads, but always falls asleep
For that Sunday sleep but he knows what he has to know

Sunday, Sunday
Oh, that Sunday sleep

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
You gather the family around the table
To eat enough to sleep

And mother's pride is 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

No!
Stop, stop, stop
Now, I had to say stop like that because otherwise
It wouldn't have stopped
Sometimes you have to say stop! You know?
Sometimes it's just a simple stop
You don't get, well, uh...
I came up with the idea for this song in this park
I was living - I was living off Crediton church street
And I used to come in to the park on the other end
And I used to, you know, watch people and pigeons and
All that stuff