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Cilla Black

I Hate Sunday

 

I Hate Sunday

(album: Day By Day With Cilla - 1973)


I hate Sunday
When the postman don't come
And there's nothing to do
But think about how much I miss hearing from you
And Sunday drags on
And I can't, no I can't wait for Monday

I don't mind Saturday
Well, nobody does
Except maybe the bosses
'Cause even if you miss the last boat on Friday
There's parties across the road
I don't mind, I don't mind Saturday

But I hate Sunday
The postman don't come
And my cupboard is empty
Just soggy old sandwiches, stale beer and bad-going tater chips
Smile at my guitar and yell 'cause he's stone-deaf from Saturday
I don't wanna wake up to your letter on Monday
'Cause I, I really hate Sunday

Oh, I hate Sunday
When the postman don't come
And my cupboard is empty
Just soggy old sandwiches, stale beer and bad-going tater chips
Smile at my guitar and yell 'cause he's stone-deaf from Saturday
I don't wanna wake up to your letter on Monday
'Cause I, I really hate Sunday

I really hate Sunday
Oh, I hate Sunday
Oh, I hate Sunday
I really hate Sunday
I really hate Sunday

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