Stars on sunday

Stars on sunday Lyrics

a man walked into a bar

and said oooooooohhhhh

and the barman said

oooooooohhhhh where did you get that suit?

and the man said

give me a drink

and the barman said oooooooohhhhh

closed circuit t.v.

spins round zooms

on a packet of cigarettes

stays on the ashtray

and fingernails

and the barman said oooooooohhhhh

maybe I just had a bad day

program crashing

disenchanted

I hope nobody tries to get in my way

solid traffic

faces frozen

she came home

with cigarette papers

no compassion

just a companion

she was cooking

a casserole empty

no connection

to our problem


ice on the window

hands on the wheel

the glove compartment

holds a secret

stars on Sunday

you on Tuesday

I don't know

if you can hear me