(J. Styne, S. Birkenhead)
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[Recorded February 28, 1983, Los Angeles]
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Drowsy morning sunlight, gentle kisses for my love
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It's Sunday, it's Sunday
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She needn't waken, I'll fix the eggs and bacon her way
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While she just dozes
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Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray
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She's fond of roses
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We'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehave
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Enjoying each other
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The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in
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Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day
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Thank goodness, it's Sunday
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[brief guitar solo]
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It is Sunday, it's Sunday
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[slightly longer guitar solo]
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Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray
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She's fond of roses
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We'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehave
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Enjoying each other
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The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in
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Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day
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Thank goodness, it's Sunday
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It's Sunday
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| Frank Sinatra |
