Early Sunday Morning
Early Sunday morning
When my parents were asleep
I snuck out of my bedroom
To the kitchen I did creep
I went into the cupboard
And I got some peanut butter.
I was oh, so careful
Not to wake my mother.
With the sticky icky peanut butter
Stuck to me like fudge
I tried to shake my brother
But Tommy wouldn't budge.
When I whispered in his ear,
He was still asleep
So I crawled upon his tummy
And I tickled both his feet
First I heard him grumble
And he chased me down the stairs
And grabbed me by the ear lobe
And tried to pull my hair.
He hit him in the tummy
And he tried to grab my face
And round and round the house
We both began to chase.
I went and got some ice cream
And poured it in his hair
Then he threw an apple at me
So I hit him with a pear.
The eggs were hurled across the room
I hid behind the chairs.
And Tommy ran right after me
When I ran up the stairs.
We were hanging on the curtains
When our parents saw us there,
With chocolate on our underwear
And ice cream in our hair.
There was chocolate on the couch
And eggs upon the chairs
Tomatoes on the door
There was ketchup on the stairs,
Milk spilt on the floor,
Curtains ripped and torn,
Peanut butter on the rug,
And our pajamas torn
Our Daddy was so angry.
Mom yelled at both of us.
She said we had to clean up.
There was nothing to discuss.
So now on Sunday mornings
When my parents are asleep
Sometimes I still get hungry
And I want something to eat.
Early Sunday mornings
When my parents are asleep,
I sneak out of my bedroom
To the kitchen I still creep.
I go into the cupboard
And I get some peanut butter
But I'm oh, so careful
Not to wake my mother
When my parents were asleep
I snuck out of my bedroom
To the kitchen I did creep
I went into the cupboard
And I got some peanut butter.
I was oh, so careful
Not to wake my mother.
With the sticky icky peanut butter
Stuck to me like fudge
I tried to shake my brother
But Tommy wouldn't budge.
When I whispered in his ear,
He was still asleep
So I crawled upon his tummy
And I tickled both his feet
First I heard him grumble
And he chased me down the stairs
And grabbed me by the ear lobe
And tried to pull my hair.
He hit him in the tummy
And he tried to grab my face
And round and round the house
We both began to chase.
I went and got some ice cream
And poured it in his hair
Then he threw an apple at me
So I hit him with a pear.
The eggs were hurled across the room
I hid behind the chairs.
And Tommy ran right after me
When I ran up the stairs.
We were hanging on the curtains
When our parents saw us there,
With chocolate on our underwear
And ice cream in our hair.
There was chocolate on the couch
And eggs upon the chairs
Tomatoes on the door
There was ketchup on the stairs,
Milk spilt on the floor,
Curtains ripped and torn,
Peanut butter on the rug,
And our pajamas torn
Our Daddy was so angry.
Mom yelled at both of us.
She said we had to clean up.
There was nothing to discuss.
So now on Sunday mornings
When my parents are asleep
Sometimes I still get hungry
And I want something to eat.
Early Sunday mornings
When my parents are asleep,
I sneak out of my bedroom
To the kitchen I still creep.
I go into the cupboard
And I get some peanut butter
But I'm oh, so careful
Not to wake my mother
Credits
Writer(s): Barry Louis Polisar
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Naturally Sweetened
- Old Enough To Know Better: The Worst of Barry Louis Polisar 2-CD set
- Old Enough to Know Better: The Worst of Barry Louis Polisar
- Songs for Well Behaved Children
- Off-Color Songs for Kids
- Stanley Stole My Shoelace and Rubbed It In His Armpit and Other Songs My Parents Won't Let Me Sing
- Captured Live and In the Act
- I Eat Kids and Other Songs for Rebellious Children
- Family Concert
- Naughty Songs for Boys and Girls
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