[Verse 1]
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 'round the table
To eat enough to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep

[Verse 2]
Sunday, Sunday, here again, a walk in the park
I meet an old soldier and we talk of the past
He fought for us in two World Wars
Says the England he knew (Is now no more)
He sings the Songs of Praise every week
But he always falls asleep
For the Sunday sleep
But hе knows what he has to know

[Bridge]
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

[Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attirе
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 'round the table
To eat enough to sleep

[Outro]
And Mother's pride's your epithet
That extra slice you'll soon regret
So going out is your best bet
Bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, that Sunday sleep

[Spoken]
Should I go in there? – Yes, please
Oh, no, no, no, you don't know what's in there
It could be anything in there
Come in here— Should I go in there?
There's someone in there, though
On the crapper – Ooh, that's a bit—
Okay, I'm gonna go in there