Every Sunday Afternoon lyrics

Verse 1

[He]
I love to do my work,
Never complain;
Never get tired,
Don`t mind the strain.
I always say, `Old man,
Wait till you`re through.
Sunday will come-
Thursday comes, too.
In those two days
Think what you`ll do.`
For they`re the lovely days with you.

Refrain 1

Ev`ry Sunday afternoon and Thursday night,
We`ll be free as birds in flight.
If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight
We`ll make up on Thursday night.
Leave the dishes,
Dry your hands.
Change your wishes
To commands.
Ev`ry Sunday afternoon we`ll be polite,
But we`ll make love on Thursday night.

Verse 2

[She]
I work my life away
Thinking of play.
What will I wear?
What will you say?
Then I remind myself,
`Old girl, you`re strong,
And you`re in love.
Life can`t go wrong.
Smile your old smile,
Sing your old song.
Wait till those dear days come along.`

Refrain 2

Ev`ry Sunday afternoon and Thursday night,
We`ll be free as birds in flight.
If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight
We`ll make up on Thursday night.
I`m your slave, dear,
But it`s bliss.
If you shave, dear,
We can kiss.
Ev`ry Sunday afternoon we`ll be polite,
But we`ll make love on Thursday night.
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