Sunday morning, here we are The boy´s come home Not quite the movie star
He´s been in Hollywood The boy´s come home The boy´s done good
He says she asked too high a price Neglecting to declare What sits between them there on ice, Chilled, with the fizzy and the still: He tried but didn´t make it there
´It´s not for me It´s not for me´
Sunday papers, here we are The boy´s come home The boy´s come home