The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps So she takes the bus into the country Although she got herself rosy cheeks She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent The landlord says that she's out in a week What a shame she was just getting comfy Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep In a chemical world, it's very, very, very cheap And I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes Peeping Thomas has a very nice view Across the street at the exhibitionist These townies they never speak to you Just stick together so they never get lonely Feeling lead, feeling quite light-headed Had to sit down and have some sugary tea In chemical world, in a chemical world It's very, very, very cheap And I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes, yes I don't know about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes It's been a hell of a do They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes And now she's found about you But they're putting the holes in, yes, yes Well I don't know about you They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes Until you can see right through Until you can see right through Until you can see right through

Nakita kita sa isang panaginip Puso ko'y naninikip Kakaisip sayo Kung pwede bang umibig Dahil handa kong ibigay Ang langit at makamit ang mga Labi at ang pag-ibig mo Hindi ba pwedeng totohanin Natin ang lahat Gusto ko lang ay pag-ibig Sayoy pagtapat Di kita ipagpapalit pangako sayo Ibibigay ko ang lahat Kahit na ang mundo Magtiwala kalang sakin Hindi ka bibitawan Tayo lang dalawa

Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep Oh, the Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park You meet an old soldier and talk of the past He fought for us in two World Wars And the England he knew is no more He sings the songs of praise Then he reads, but always falls asleep For that Sunday sleep but he knows what he knows Sunday, Sunday Oh, that Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late You gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep And mother's pride is your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your best bet Then bingo yourself to sleep Oh that Sunday sleep