Yeah, it’s Sunday, let’s make them a call –
dating some gals, buddy, take for a stroll,
not chasing the rainbows, but chasing some love
when woman is under, and man is above.
The decency rules ain’t being observed,
except for the fools they’re here reserved,
the gals are so naive, the gals are so sweet -
excite us and drive, and hold on the feet.
You play with them, buddy, hide-and-seek games,
I’ll tell you, pal, bluntly they need no brains.
‘cause woman is airy, and always in fly,
looks like a fairy for treading the sky.
Yeah, it is Sunday, for merriment joy,
and everyone bunny is out of toil.
We’ll get in the blue Cord to drive Sunday wind
along empty road with beautiful queens.
17/09/2021