Me dad don't want me coming home late from the disco And me mum doesn't want me hanging around with the lads Me brother thinks he looks like John Travolta And me sister thinks she's Olivia Newton John
It's a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare
I've been drinking too many pints of lager I've been getting into to many bleedin' fights I came home with sick all down me trousers I've got lovebites all around me neck
I've got a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare
Don't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do it
I've got a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare
Don't tell me dad I've just smashed up his car And don't tell me mum I've got me bird in the club Tell my brother not to wear my clothes And tell me sister to get her boyfriend outta me bed
I've got a Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare A Sunday morning nightmare
Don't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do it Don't do it, they won't let us do itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
