Mickey No kids out on the street today. You could be living on she moon. Maybe everybody's packed their bags And moved away Gonna bea long. long. long Sunday afternoon
Just k**ing time ano 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 sums and history like
Edward/mickey My friend My friend
Edward 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
Edward/mickey My friend My friend
Mickey 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 afiernoon