Breakfast Capers (by a group, including Rita Ferrarra) Too soon to be out of me bed, Too soon to be back at this breakfast caper, Or fumbling for some toilet paper, On a Sunday morning. Oh, where have my vocal chords gone? How without beer could I get so wasted? I'm sure that there's better food I've tasted, On a Sunday morning. If only they'd start things at noon. If only a cold shower wouldn't make me shiver. It could have been worse, they could serve us liver, On a Sunday morning. Oh, where has the weekend gone? Oh why did the singing start at midnight? See also On a Monday Morning DC
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