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 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 but always falls asleep. For that Sunday sleep. But he knows what he knows. Sunday Sunday. Oh that 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. 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.....