Sunday Papers Lyrics

Mother doesnÕt go out any more
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside

   If you want to know about the bishop and the actress
   If you want to know how to be a star
   If you want to know about the stains on the matress
   You can read it in the Sunday papers, Sunday papers

MotherÕs wheelchair stays out in the hall
Why should she go out when the TVÕs on
Whatever moves beyond these walls
SheÕll know the facts when Sunday comes along

   If you want to know about the man gone bonkers
   If you want to know how to play guitar
   If you want to know about the other suckers
   You can read it in the Sunday papers, read it in the Sunday papers

Sunday papers donÕt ask no questions
Sunday papers donÕt get no lies
Sunday papers donÕt raise objection
Sunday papers donÕt got no eyes

BrotherÕs heading that way now I guess
He just read something made his face turn blue
Well I got nothing against the press
They wouldnÕt print it if it wasnÕt true

   If you want to know about the gay politician
   If you want to know how to drive your car
   If you want to know about the new sex position
   You can read it in the Sunday papers, read it in the Sunday papers

Sunday papers donÕt ask no questions
Sunday papers donÕt get no lies
Sunday papers donÕt raise objection
Sunday papers donÕt got no eyes

Sunday papers donÕt ask no questions
Sunday papers donÕt get no lies
Sunday papers donÕt raise objection
Sunday papers donÕt got no eyes

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