Silver Sun - Dumb Lyrics
All the little children, can you see them?Yes, they are all sleepingProfessor Yaffle spoils your funSunday's always boring, boringSitting on the toilet, waiting to come(chorus)I got a cut below that restDepends on the cover when it's hot, i'm notRain creeps into the drainsAnd tell her the fact that she's so matter of factBye, bye, bye-bye, bye, bye-byeA bad haircut your gut feels likeYou've eaten much too muchClear up the dishes and start to fly, fly