Sunday Morning Nightmare — текст песни (Sham 69)

Me dad don`t want me coming home late from the disco
And me mum doesn`t want me hanging around with the lads
Me brother thinks he looks like John Travolta
And me sister thinks she`s Olivia Newton John

It`s a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

I`ve been drinking too many pints of lager
I`ve been getting into to many bleedin` fights
I came home with sick all down me trousers
I`ve got lovebites all around me neck

I`ve got a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

Don`t do it, they won`t let us do it
Don`t do it, they won`t let us do it
Don`t do it, they won`t let us do it
Don`t do it, they won`t let us do it

I`ve got a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

Don`t tell me dad I`ve just smashed up his car
And don`t tell me mum I`ve got me bird in the club
Tell my brother not to wear my clothes
And tell me sister to get her boyfriend outta me bed

I`ve got a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

Don`t do it, they won`t let us do it
Don`t do it, they won`t let us do it
Don`t do it, they won`t let us do it
Don`t do it, they won`t let us do it