Sunday Street   
      I'm down the lane on Sunday morning   
      Hung over and forever yawning  
      I look for trousers that will fit me   
      She buys a yellow shirt that's sickly   
      A sarsparilla drink turns white teeth shades of pink  

      Sunday league play in the sunshine   
      I hear the whistle blow at halftime  
      With chapped legs and muddy shorts   
      They walk home past the tennis courts  
      A pint of prawns in hand  
      I hear a ragtime band  

      On Monday  
      I want the weekend to come   
      On Tuesday   
      I'm glad that Monday is done  
      Then Wednesday  
      And Thursday fly by   
      Then on Friday and Saturday night  
      We get happy till Sunday is through  

      Siesta time in the living room   
      Snores go in and out of tune  
      After tea time we're off to the pub   
      To play in the trivia club   
      How long's the river Thames?   
      Itís where the evening ends  
      In my bed I'm reading poetry   
      No one knows what's come over me  
      I close the book and turning out the light   
      I hear the sound of Monday outside

      (c) 1991 Virgin Music Inc. 

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  • FROM THE ALBUM: Play, it was the album's lead single in the UK.