I Hate Sunday

[Verse 1]
I hate Sunday
When the postman don't come
And there's nothin' to do
But think about how much I miss hearing from you
And Sunday drags on
And I can't, no I can't wait for Monday

[Verse 2]
I don't mind Saturday
When nobody does
Except maybe the bosses
'Cause even if you miss the last post from Friday
There's parties across the road
I don't mind Saturday

[Verse 3]
But I hate Sunday
The postman don't come
And my cupboard is empty
Just soggy old sandwiches, stale beer and bad-goin' tater chips Smile at my guitar and get a key tone-deaf from Saturday
I don't wanna wake up to your letter on Monday
'Cause I, I really hate Sunday

[Verse 3]
Oh, I hate Sunday
Well, the postman don't comе
And my cupboard is empty
Just soggy old sandwiches, stale beer and bad-goin' tatеr chips Smile at my guitar and get a key tone-deaf from Saturday
I don't wanna wake up to your letter on Monday
'Cause I, I really hate Sunday

[Outro]
I really hate Sunday
I hate Sunday
I hate Sunday
I really hate Sunday
I hate Sunday
I hate Sunday
I hate Sunday
One more, one more