Tytuł: Sunday Morning Nightmare

• Wykonawca: Sham 69
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Me dad don't want me coming home late from the disco
  And me mum doesn't want me hanging around with the lads
  Me brother thinks he looks like John Travolta
  And me sister thinks she's Olivia Newton John
  
  It's a Sunday morning nightmare
  A Sunday morning nightmare
  A Sunday morning nightmare
  
  I've been drinking too many pints of lager
  I've been getting into to many bleedin' fights
  I came home with sick all down me trousers
  I've got lovebites all around me neck
  
  I've got a Sunday morning nightmare
  A Sunday morning nightmare
  A Sunday morning nightmare
  
  Don't do it, they won't let us do it
  Don't do it, they won't let us do it
  Don't do it, they won't let us do it
  Don't do it, they won't let us do it
  
  I've got a Sunday morning nightmare
  A Sunday morning nightmare
  A Sunday morning nightmare
  
  Don't tell me dad I've just smashed up his car
  And don't tell me mum I've got me bird in the club
  Tell my brother not to wear my clothes
  And tell me sister to get her boyfriend outta me bed
  
  I've got a Sunday morning nightmare
  A Sunday morning nightmare
  A Sunday morning nightmare
  
  Don't do it, they won't let us do it
  Don't do it, they won't let us do it
  Don't do it, they won't let us do it
  Don't do it, they won't let us do it