has taken you Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Gloomy is Sunday With shadows
on [OutKast] Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. [OutKast] Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. [OutKast] Sunday
here's the test On "Any Given Sunday" I got to play my best [Chorus:] Sacrifice don't give up the fight, everything will be all right on any given Sunday
has taken you Angels have no thought Of ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Gloomy is Sunday, With shadows
to Beamont.. Choir: On any Sunday here we'll be Raising our voices in harmony One day once our trials have ceased We will be released Shaw: On any Sunday
Me on the Ed Sullivan show? Ed Sullivan Me, Henry McAfee appearing with Ed Sullivan Ed-Ed Sullivan Ed-Ed-Sullivan Ah Ah Ed Sullivan Ed Sullivan Ed Sullivan
s The smell of fresh beaked bread turns me on Isn?t this a beautiful Sunday? Isn?t this a beautiful Sunday? Jamie: Amanda, I can see that Sunday now
the place I will try my kisses on your funny face. Dozing, then waking, On Sunday you'll see... On...ly... me! Sunday, sweet Sunday, On Sunday you
Get out your feathers Your patent leathers Your beads and buckles and bows For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes! Townspeople, All Put on your Sunday
Another sunday for a weak end Struck from the bed, head first The arrow contact that carried further disatnce Where were you when you were here Some
On an island in the river on a Sunday The petticoat's wet Which adds to the weight The sun is blinding All right, concentrate [[George]] Eyes open please [[Dot]] Sunday
bum bum bum Bum bum bum People strolling through the trees Of a small suburban park On an island in the river On and ordinary Sunday Sunday Sunday
dark [[All]] And Parasols... People strolling through the trees Of a small suburban park On an island in the river On an ordinary Sunday... Sunday... [[
There's a slick town, Barnaby Out there Full of shine and full of sparkle Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby Listen, Barnaby... Put on your Sunday
