Lyrics:
She A Do Duty Dance To The Matteran Song And A Say She Get The Thing Them From Baby Cham
[Chorus:]
Them Feel Say Tru Them Go A Church Them Sins
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy, no big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks, no deep conversation
to a park that's covered with trees,
Tell me on a Sunday please.
Let me down easy, no big song and dance.
No long faces, no long looks.
No deep
Mmm
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
Ba dee ah ba ba by ah (Woo, hoo)
Ba dee ah ba ba by ah
Remember the story from way back when
It was a day I
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy, no big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks, no deep conversation
just can't lock di dance
We bounce from Mon- to Sunday
You just can't lock di dance (No, no)
Music alive, nuh stop play (Woah)
You just can't lock di
in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, want a mil, come fuck with me
Pounds of kush,
She A Do Duty Dance To The Matteran Song And A Say She Get The Thing Them From Baby Cham
[Chorus:]
Them Feel Say Tru Them Go A Church Them Sins
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
and consideration
For my fellow man
But when lip service to some
Mysterious deity permit's bestiality on
Wednesday and absolution on Sunday
- cash me out
But aren't
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
Say, "yeah, yeah, yeah" (yeah)
Mm-hmm, oh, oh, oh (yeah)
Say, "yeah, yeah, yeah" (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Tell me if you got time, I need you
to a park that's covered with trees,
Tell me on a Sunday please.
Let me down easy, no big song and dance.
No long faces, no long looks.
No deep
Johanna (Johanna)
With you beside me on Sunday
(Married on Sunday) And you'd be beautiful and pale
And look too much like her
If only angels could
up, a new one from the Harbor Boys
Sunday hangover, and I'm feeling so fucked over
Just trying to think, just what did I do
'Cuz I'm Sunday hangover
and dance away
She call me by ma name no bag a nick'
She gimme good love de tighter grip
Wen she hold me close I cya resist
I kiss her on her lips and tell
I’ll be gone by the sunrise
Baby tell you when the gun fire
Your eyes
Got money on the school child
Alright
Meet me in the midnight
At these sides
to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
Johanna (Johanna)
With you beside me on Sunday
(Married on Sunday) and you'd be beautiful and pale
And look too much like her
If only angels could
call from the thick tall tree, Richard I want you to come and see
There's honey and wax and many a bee we'll work together just you and me
Richard
it's way too soon
It's Saturday night, a Sunday afternoon
Who do I tell my stories to
Is the DJ in the confession booth
Is it Saturday Sunday Saturday
to wind up on Sundays
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
How do you dare tell
Johanna (Johanna)
With you beside me on Sunday
(Married on Sunday) And you'd be beautiful and pale
And look too much like her
If only angels could
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