GYPSIES IN THE LONG SUNDAY AFTERNOON / MY FRIEND

No kids out on the street today
You could be living on the moon
Maybe everybody's packed their bags and moved away
On this long, long, long Sunday afternoon

Just killing time and kicking cans around
Try to remember jokes I knew
I tell them to meself but they're not funny since I found
It's gonna be a long, long, long Sunday afternoon

My best friend always had sweets to share, he
Knew every word in the dictionary
He was clean, neat and tidy
From Monday to Friday
I wish that I could be like
Wear clean clothes, talk properly like
Do sums and history like
My friend
My friend

My best friend, he could swear like a soldier
You'd laugh 'till you died at the stories he told ya
He was untidy
From Monday to Friday
I wish that I could be like
Kick a ball and climb a tree like
Run around with dirty knees like
My friend
My friend

Feels like everybody stayed in bed
Or maybe I woke up too soon
Am I the last survivor?
Is everybody DEAD?
On this long, long, long Sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon

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