easy boys
save it till sunday
save it till sunday
The Sunday Only Thread
- Thread starter Didley Squat
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I shall of course avoid posting on said day
Wow Smith ....... yes I won't post on that day either
18hrs 27 minutes and it will be Sunday - just saying
I know a girl from a lonely street
Cool as ice cream and still as sweet
Cool as ice cream and still as sweet
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Monday already - Sundays really do go so, so quickly these days
So did I apart from a bit of pom-bashing
Missing Sunday seems to be popular this week
Friday Today so must be just a couple of days off
32 hours 9 minutes till the sunday fun begins
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard:
"how I dearly wish I was not here"
In the seaside town
... That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come - nuclear bomb
Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face...)
(on your face...)
(on your face...)
(on your face...)
Everyday is like sunday
"win yourself a cheap tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard:
"how I dearly wish I was not here"
In the seaside town
... That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come - nuclear bomb
Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face...)
(on your face...)
(on your face...)
(on your face...)
Everyday is like sunday
"win yourself a cheap tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
Nice post the ‘Wherever.