SUNDAY

SUNDAY Lyrics

SUNDAY Song Lyrics

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DINER PATRONS AND WORKERS:
Straight back and to the left
Pick up those f**king eggs
B...ring! B...ring!
Were out of milk
Who took my rye bread?
Four waters to table seven
I'm sorry, we don't deliver on Sunday
I need table three for two, yesterday
Is there a list?
Harrington? Harrington?
Kaplan, K-a-p-l-a-n for seven
Order
No, Im sorry, those people were here first
We don't have tables for seven
Are we in smoking?
Tension
I'll have the salad necoys and some honey bread
Balance
I said, I wanted an omelette with no yolks
That's why you're just a waiter

JONATHAN:
Brunch
Sunday
In the blue, silver chromium diner
On the green, purple, yellow, red stools
Sit the fools
Who should eat at home
Instead, they pay on

JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
Sunday

JONATHAN:
For a cool orange juice or a bagel
On the soft, green cylindrical stools
Sit the fools
Drinking cinnamon coffee
Or decaffeinated tea

JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
Forever
In the blue, silver chromium diner

JONATHAN:
Drips the green, orange, violet drool

JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
From the fools

JONATHAN:
Who'd pay less at home
Drinking coffee

JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
Light
And dark

MICHAEL:
And cholesterol
And bums
Bums, bums, bums, bums,
Bums, bums, bums, bums,
Bums,

JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
People screaming for their toast
In a small, so old cafe

JONATHAN:
On an island into

JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
Rivers
On an ordinary Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday!

MICHAEL:
Brunch!