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 

Skin shop, red leather, hot line 

Be prepared for the engaged sign 

Bridal books, engagement rings 

And other wicked little things 

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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 



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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 

Listen to the decent people 

Though you treat them just like sheep 

Put them all in boots and khaki 

Blame it all upon the darkies 



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Sunday's best