Sunday's BestTimes are tough for English babiesSend the army and the navyBeat up strangers who talk funnyTake their
greasy foreign moneySkin shop, red leather, hot lineBe prepared for the engaged signBridal books, engagement ringsAnd othe
r wicked little thingsChorus:Standing in your socks and vestBetter get it off your chestEvery day is just like the restBut
Sunday's bestStylish slacks to suit your pocketBack supports and picture locketsSleepy towns and sleeper trainsTo the dog
s and down the drainsMajor roads and ladies smallsHearts of oak and long trunk callsContinental interferenceAt death's door
with life insuranceChorusSunday's best, Sunday's finestWhen your money's in the minusAnd you suffer from your shynessYo
u can listen to us whinersDon't look now under the bedAn arm, a leg and a severed headRead about the private livesThe song
s of praise, the readers' wivesListen to the decent peopleThough you treat them just like sheepPut them all in boots and kha
kiBlame it all upon the darkiesChorusSunday's best