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