Sunday graft

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(Spoken intro over piano)

Wouldn't it be nice to get on with me neighbours

But they make it very clear they've got no room for ravers

They stop me from groovin',they bang on the wall

They doing me crust,it's no good at all

(Verse 1)

Lazy Sunday afternoon,I've got no mind to worry

Close my eyes and drift away

Lazy Sunday afternoon,I've got no mind to worry

Close my eyes and drift away

(Chorus)

Up the wooden stairs to my room

I'll be there in just a while

Take a ride upon my big balloon

I'll be there in just a while

I'll be there

(Verse 2)

Lazy Sunday afternoon,I've got no mind to worry

Close my eyes and drift away

Lazy Sunday afternoon,I've got no mind to worry

Close my eyes and drift away

(Bridge/Spoken section - in character, over a jaunty beat)

Tell me what's your story?Alright!

Tell me what's your jig?Jig-jig-jig, jig-jig-jig, jig-jig

Where do you come from?Alright!

Where do you go?Please tell me what you know

I said,would you believe me, would you believe me?

Oh,you little lot, you!

(Chorus)

Up the wooden stairs to my room

I'll be there in just a while

Take a ride upon my big balloon

I'll be there in just a while

I'll be there

(Verse 3 - The "phone call")

Hello Mabel,how's yer cabbage?

(Sound of phone hanging up)

Fink I got the wrong number!

(Outro - Chanted, fast)

Lazy Sunday,Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

Lazy Sunday,Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

Lazy Sunday,Sunday, Sunday, Sunday afternoon!

(Fade out)