From the album Let it out

℗ COMANCHE
© COMANCHE

Lyrics

Lyrics by Syd Bedard
Music by JF Arsenault, Syd Bedard
© 2014


Woke up time to go
Already tired from my weekend
Too much rock n roll
Is not for early birds

C’mon little Joe! Said to my dog
Let’s mess around the neighbourhood
Make your mark on a sunny
Sunday afternoon

After a while we went to the shopping mall
Looking for a desk but there’s none small enough
To fit in a children’s room
I still pushed my girl in a wheel chair, oh no!

CHORUS:
And we sang together Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!
While riding in the I, I, I, aisles
Lost in the sto, o, o, ore
Forgetting what we looking for
And then my baby wanted to eat hot dogs
On a Sunday afternoon

Back in a car with all my folks
Went out to pick up my Mother in law’s laptop
The dude had installed her SSD Drive
I hope she will be fine and won’t bother us no more
No more

Back home at the end of the day
My German Shepherd still wants to make his rounds
After a while we lay down on the couch
Watching some old bad TV shows: «The Voice»

CHORUS:
We sing together Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!
In the living ro, o, o, oom
Eating some pop, pop, pop corn
And drinking some beers
We share the moment on this ending
Sunday afternoon

CHORUS:
We sing together Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!
Time to go to bed, ed, ed, ed
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kissing tenderly
Happy living together
On the Sunday afternoon

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!
While riding in the path, a, a, aths
Lost in our dreams
Happy living

Forget who we are
And Sunday afternoons
Forget who we are
And Sunday afternoons