Long Sunday Afternoon / My Friend

No kids out on the street today
You could be living on the moon
Maybe everybody's packed their bags
And moved away
On this long, long, long
Sunday afternoon
Just killing time and kicking cans around
Try to remember jokes I knew
I tell 'em to myself
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 till you died
At the stories he told y'
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 up too soon
Am I the last survivor
Is everybody dead?
On this long, long, long
Sunday afternoon
(Long, long, long) Sunday afternoon



Credits
Writer(s): Willy Russell
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