Elvis Costello - Sunday's Best Lyrics
Times are tough forEnglish babiesSend the army and the navyBeat up strangers who talk funnyTake their greasy foreign moneySkin shop, red leather, hot lineBe prepared for theengaged signBridal books, engagement ringsAnd other wicked little thingsStanding in your socks and vestBetter get it off your chestEvery day is just like the restBut Sunday's bestStylish slacks to suit your pocketBack supports andpicture lokcetsSleepy towns and sleeper trainsTo the dogs and down the drainsMajor roads and ladies smallsHearts of oak and longtrunk callsContinental interferenceAt death's door withlife insuranceSunday's best, Sunday's finestWhen your money's in the minusAnd you suffer fromyour shynessYou can listen to us whinersDon't look now under the bedAn arm, a leg and asevered headRead about the private livesThe songs of praise, thereaders' wivesListen to the decent peopleThough you treat themjust like sheepPut them all in boots and khakiBlame it all upon the darkiesSunday's Best