"Sunday Morning" lyrics

Sunday morning when I'm in bed
I hear those birdies singing my prayers that I like so much
Monday morning when he's in bed
He wish it was Sunday with breakfast in bed

But it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday
Then Tuesday, then Tuesday then Wednesday, then Thursday and Friday
And Saturday and Sunday then Monday again

We go slow but he tries to run
He wants to run to dabdidababy to dabdibidababy
We go slow but he tries to run
Go to fast can't enjoy the sun

So he runs and he runs and he runs and he runs
And he swings, and he swings, and he swings, and he swings
For the pageant, the pageant, the pageant, the pageant again

Mom is not home 'cause my boat is my home
Pap is not home 'cause my boat is my home
Mom is not home 'cause my boat is my home
My boat is my home
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

When I go on a trip or tour
I miss my birdies singing my prayers that I like so much
When I come back from the heavy tour
I hear those birdies singing my song

But he's running, he's running, he's running, he's running
He's swinging, he's swinging, he's swinging, he swings
For the pageant, the pageant, the pageant, the pageant again

So I stop him from running, stop him from running
The girls are swinging, the girls are swinging
For the pageant, for the pageant, for the pageant, for the pageant again

He says it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday, it's Monday
Then Tuesday, then Tuesday then Wednesday, then Thursday and Friday
And Saturday and Sunday then Monday again

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