Sunday Songtext
von Bronco Bullfrog

I′ve never been to San Jose
I wouldn't like it anyway
Someone told me it snows every day
Hey hey, hey hey
I′ve never been to Hollywood
Don't want to go to Bollywood
I've heard it said their movies are not good
Uh-huh, uh-huh

See the cross upon the mount
There are three but you cannot count
All those people stand and stare
Lining up just to pull his hair
On Sunday

Whilst walking through the town hall square
Little children running everywhere
They′re playing football over there
And pulling on his silvery vine
No chastity was in her pipeline
Let′s watch them do it one more time


See the cross upon the mount
There are three but you cannot count
All those people stand and stare
Lining up just to pull his hair
On Sunday

I'm here in the Red Lion Saloon
I promised I′d be home at a quarter to
But now it's two hours past noon
Be on my way soon

You know it′s time you got your coat
But you're still in the pub
Your wife and kids have had their fill
You′ve missed the washing up
It's no use feeling guilty now
Of course you'll never win
Your Sunday lunchtime philosophy
Is wearing very thin

And your Sunday lunch
Well, you′ll find it in the bin
And your gravy boat
Has now formed a second skin


Your mum and dad have had enough
Your sister′s feeling sunk
Because your niece knows her favourite uncle
Is just a dirty drunk
You should have been home hours ago
But you just stayed away
Your family values of once a week
To you it's just Sunday

And your Sunday lunch
You will find it in the bin
And your gravy boat
Has now formed a second skin
And when you get home
You will face the rolling pin
And your darling wife
Just says look at the state you′re in

I've never been to San Jose
I wouldn′t like it anyway
Someone told me it snows every day
Hey hey, hey hey
And pulling on his silvery vine
No chastity was in her pipeline
Let's watch them do it one more time
Watch them do it one more time
Watch them do it one more time