Текст Elvis Costello – Sunday’s Best

Times are tough for English babies
Send the army and the navy
Beat up strangers who talk funny
Take their greasy foreign money

Chorus:
Standing in your socks and vest
Better get it off your chest
Every day is just like the rest
But Sunday’s best

Stylish slacks to suit your pocket
Back supports and picture lockets
Sleepy towns and sleeper trains
To the dogs and down the drains
Major roads and ladies smalls
Hearts of oak and long trunk calls
Continental interference
At death’s door with life insurance

Chorus

Sunday’s best, Sunday’s finest
When your money’s in the minus
And you suffer from your shyness
You can listen to us whiners

Don’t look now under the bed
An arm, a leg and a severed head
Read about the private lives
The songs of praise, the readers’ wives

Chorus

Sunday’s best