Sunday Morning - The Bolshoi

I remember when I was young

Feeling sick on Sunday Morning

I don’t wanna do it anymore

Standing in a line with a dirty mind

Clean it up on Sunday Morning

I don’t wanna do it anymore

One day a week we turn the cheek (x2)

Chorus:

Oh, how we kneeled down

Oh, we were so quiet

never any light there

I don’t care, it’s not right there

Get up early, do your hair

Sunday best on Sunday Morning

I don’t wanna see it anymore

Tea and toast in the social hall

We had it all on Sunday Morning

I don’t wanna see it anymore

Week coming fair, so wash your hair (x2)

(chorus)

Strong to feel, strong to care

You must not steal, you must not swear

(chorus)

I don’t wanna do it anymore

I don’t wanna see it anymore