I think I should've packed my gun Got that old suburban showdown in my mind Sit around with the folks Tell the same old tired jokes Bored to death on Sunday
love man for nike An ah love man for fila Dat's not the ways of Anciento war gorilla Me rather den to save all my sasaparilla On a lonesome breezy Sunday
the drums! Are you gonna love this guy! Prince Ali! Fabulous he! Ali Ababwa Genuflect, show some respect Down on one knee! Now, try your best to stay calm Brush up your sunday
no more Deep religious She went to mess on every Sunday morning She's believing in God but she don't like the priest he's new in town ? and very boring
I'm sitting here in a boring room It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time I got nothing to do I'm hanging around I'm waiting for
clues for the construction of this thrilling new TREND! Angelic Voices: SUNDAY Greggery: Sunday? WOW! SUNDAY, SATURDAY . . . TUESDAY THROUGH 'MONDAY - MONDAY'! SUNDAY
girl He took her away for an hour every sunday And cut all of her beautiful curls She was always easy seven days of the week Now she?s a bore and I?ve
pops on drugs moms couldn't take me in had a daughter already she was to young to feed another baby and then shit got crazy 2 years came and went baby sister on
broke go and get a loan Take out another mortgage on your home Consolidate so you can afford To go and spend some more when you get bored All we ever
to eye On your side I'm on your side With a smile and a sigh On your side I'm on your side We don't see eye to eye On your side I'm on your side
the boys and pushing the luck Singing songs loud on the way to the game Wishing all the things could still be the same Chinese homeruns over the backstop Kakua on
] I keep a fresh pair of ones on my feet and double deuces on the chevy Three's company, The double 4's on my belly 5 hot amp speakers shake like jelly
more reason for laughing and crying When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays That bored
dawn You're never bored by politics You're privileged to miss a row Of tragedies by Sophocles And diatribes by Cicero Your brother's wife will never come On Sunday
't travelled well Can't you tell! Oh no it's quite appalling Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well! Wake up on Sunday morning And everything feels so boring
wound up on a very sad note I drove her home and then she went for my throat She said, "it's fairly obvious I ain't attracted to you You bore me to tears
