All the little children, can you see them?
Yes, they are all sleeping
Professor Yaffle spoils your fun
Sunday's always boring, boring
Sitting on the toilet, waiting to come
(chorus)
I got a cut below that rest
Depends on the cover when it's hot, i'm not
Rain creeps into the drains
And tell her the fact that she's so matter of fact
Bye, bye, bye-bye, bye, bye-bye
A bad haircut your gut feels like
You've eaten much too much
Clear up the dishes and start to fly, fly
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All the little children, can you see them?
Yes, they are all sleeping
Professor Yaffle spoils your fun
Sunday's always boring, boring
Sitting on the toilet, waiting to come
(chorus)
I got a cut below that rest
Depends on the cover when it's hot, i'm not
Rain creeps into the drains
And tell her the fact that she's so matter of fact
Bye, bye, bye-bye, bye, bye-bye
A bad haircut your gut feels like
You've eaten much too much
Clear up the dishes and start to fly, fly
Yes, they are all sleeping
Professor Yaffle spoils your fun
Sunday's always boring, boring
Sitting on the toilet, waiting to come
(chorus)
I got a cut below that rest
Depends on the cover when it's hot, i'm not
Rain creeps into the drains
And tell her the fact that she's so matter of fact
Bye, bye, bye-bye, bye, bye-bye
A bad haircut your gut feels like
You've eaten much too much
Clear up the dishes and start to fly, fly
Writer: JAMES BROAD, PAUL SMITH, RICHARD KANE, RICHARD SAYCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Silver Sun
Language: English
Length: 3:40
Written by: JAMES BROAD, PAUL SMITH, RICHARD KANE, RICHARD SAYCE