Times are tough for English babies. Send the army and the navy
Beat up strangers who talk funny. Take their greasy foreign money
Skin shop, red leather, hot line. Be prepared for the engaged sign
Bridal books, engagement rings, and other wicked little things
Standing in your socks and vest. Better get it off your chest
Every day is just like the rest, but Sunday's best
Stylish slacks to suit your pocket. Back supports and picture lockets
Sleepy towns and sleeper trains. To the dogs and down the drains
Major roads and ladies smalls. Hearts of oak and long trunk calls
Continental interference. At death's door with life insurance
Standing in your socks and vest. Better get it off your chest
Every day is just like the rest, but Sunday's best
Sunday's best, Sunday's finest. When your money's in the minus
And you suffer from your shyness. You can listen to us whiners
Don't look now under the bed, an arm, a leg and a severed head
Read about the private lives. The songs of praise, the readers' wives
Listen to the decent people, 'though you treat them just like sheep
Put them all in boots and khaki. Blame it all upon the darkies
Standing in your socks and vest. Better get it off your chest
Every day is just like the rest, but Sunday's best
Sunday's best
Beat up strangers who talk funny. Take their greasy foreign money
Skin shop, red leather, hot line. Be prepared for the engaged sign
Bridal books, engagement rings, and other wicked little things
Standing in your socks and vest. Better get it off your chest
Every day is just like the rest, but Sunday's best
Stylish slacks to suit your pocket. Back supports and picture lockets
Sleepy towns and sleeper trains. To the dogs and down the drains
Major roads and ladies smalls. Hearts of oak and long trunk calls
Continental interference. At death's door with life insurance
Standing in your socks and vest. Better get it off your chest
Every day is just like the rest, but Sunday's best
Sunday's best, Sunday's finest. When your money's in the minus
And you suffer from your shyness. You can listen to us whiners
Don't look now under the bed, an arm, a leg and a severed head
Read about the private lives. The songs of praise, the readers' wives
Listen to the decent people, 'though you treat them just like sheep
Put them all in boots and khaki. Blame it all upon the darkies
Standing in your socks and vest. Better get it off your chest
Every day is just like the rest, but Sunday's best
Sunday's best