Here we go You wear your smile like a summer sky Just shining down on me and you I swear your heart is a, a free bird On a lazy Sunday afternoon I love
Now analyzin all the wrong I've done I'm surprised I ain't dead I guess the good die young I put a hole in a nigga head, fuck why run from a lazy motherfucker
Andy was a Catholic The ethic ran through his bones He lived alone with his mother Collecting gossip and toys Every Sunday when he went to Church He'
' to Get on your good side, you better get with me So we can roll in luxury Around the world, gettin' money I'm pimpin' hoe's on Sunday I'm the kind
to you Would you like to come over for tea With the missus and me? It's a real nice way to spend the day in Dayton, Ohio On a lazy Sunday afternoon
wanna battle me anyway They try to walk away but they stumble like Macy Gray Cats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ" Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy
hop juice sittin sideways boys in a daze, on a Sunday nite I might brang me some Maze, maybe OJ's hoes be goin crazy, some say Im lazy wanna have my
, if you really want to test I'll come and chop you in half My click is cucku for cocoa They'll pop you and laugh Wanna do gun play? Monday through Sunday
the lights glow, an excellent reason To stay home tonight Oh, the old men wave their canes They have yesterday's brains And their worlds stop turning on sundays
says these punks have to go I think we're gonna get the old heave ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho Neighbor called my landlord, it was a Sunday afternoon
we made Oh darlin', I wouldn't trade a single thing Still in love But I can't help dream about yesterday, oh yesterday I miss Sunday mornings free and easy Lazy
First I take my finger And put it on your skin Makes a little white mark And then it turns to red again So, if you're lazy on a Sunday And you got nothin
simple life I wanna get up Sunday morning And go fishing with my boy Watch the sunset, kick back in my yard Take my Harley on a real long lazy Sunday
I was flippin' through the channels A lazy Sunday afternoon Caught the race in Talladega Comin' 'round lap 22 When the fella in the blue car Gave a red
I stand here before you the way life has made me Ill mannered, foul mouthed, bad tempered and lazy I stare at your world down the neck of a bottle Every
line Tell you why 'Cause I'm jealous, jealous again Thought it time I let you in Yeah, I'm jealous, jealous again Got no time, baby Always drunk on Sunday
"man that was ages ago" "Man that was ages ago" "Man that was ages ago" "Man that was ages ago" "Man that was ages ago" We lived inside each other such careless lazy
Sunday morning california sunshine Dont let monday come (dont dont dont let it come) Spend the day getting high drinking moonshine Like a couple of bums