Barbara Dickson - Marilyn Monroe

No kids out on the street today.

You could be living on the moon.

Maybe everybody's packed their bags

And moved away

Gonna be a 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,

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 sumes 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 too soon.

Am I the last survivor?

Is everybody dead?

On this long, long, long

Sunday afternoon.
No kids out on the street today.

You could be living on the moon.

Maybe everybody's packed their bags

And moved away

Gonna be a 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,

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 sumes 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 too soon.

Am I the last survivor?

Is everybody dead?

On this long, long, long

Sunday afternoon.

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