Long Sunday Afternoon / My Friend Songtext
von Paul Crosby & Mark Hutchinson

No kids out on the street today
You could be living on the moon
Maybe everybody packed their bags and moved away
Gonna be a long, long, long
Sunday afternoon

Just killing time and kicking cans around
Try to remember jokes I knew
I tell them to meself
But they′re not funny since I found
It's gonna be a long, long, long
Sunday afternoon


My best friend always had sweets to share
He knew every word in the dictionary
He was clean, neat and tidy
From Monday to Friday
I wish that I could be like
Wear clean clothes, talk properly like
Do sums and history like

My friend
My friend

My best friend
He could swear like a soldier
You would laugh ′til you died
At the stories he told ya
He was untidy from Monday to Friday
I wish that I could be like
Kick a ball and climb a tree like
Run around with dirty knees like

My friend
My friend


Feels like everybody stayed in bed
Or maybe I woke too soon
Am I the last survivor?
Is everybody dead
On this long, long, long
Sunday afternoon?