Got nothing to do on Sundays
I hate staying in, so I won’t
Even if it means washing dishes
Sunday afternoons are no fun
Same old story
I’ve got nothing to do (Sundays)
Don’t stand to gain (Sundays)
Nothing at all (Sundays)
All my Sundays
Sunday afternoons are delicious
A roast and two veg for lunch
Even if it means washing dishes
Sunday afternoons are no fun
Same old story
I’ve got nothing to do (Sundays)
Don’t stand to gain (Sundays)
Nothing at all (Sundays)
All my Sundays
from 1980 in The Diary Of A Musical Nobody Chapter Six – Subtlety
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