Sunday T.V. Lyrics

Our television saw the red mist yesterday
By playing re-runs of all the soap opera's we hate
And then it played Songs of Praise, its just another sorry Sunday

We should wake up early and walk
This would nurse the feeling from the night before
But instead you watch 'Channel 5'
Though we know they play the same films every single night (Like Alien 3)
Sundays and I are not meant to be

And it doesn't affect you like it does me
Please can we have 6 days a week
Yes it doesn't affect you like it does me
Please can you turn off Sunday TV

Go on turn it off, go on turn it off
Go on turn it off, go on turn it off
Please can you turn off Sunday TV

She settles down to watch 'Heartbeat'
With the roast I made so despairingly
And its tradition she screams
But we're not in a golf cub here are we?
We're not in a golf club here are we; we're not in a golf club here are we?

And it doesn't affect you like it does me
Please can we have 6 days a week
No it doesn't affect you like it does me
Please can you turn off Sunday TV

Go on turn it off, go on turn it off
Go on turn it off, go on turn it off
Please can you turn off Sunday TV

If I had Sky I'd be alright, If I had Sky I'd be alright
If I has Sky I'd be alright, I'd be a couch potatoe all my life!

Go on turn it off, go on turn it off
Go on turn it off, go on turn it off
Please can you turn off Sunday TV