Bye bye baby, take me on a highway This time it could be heaven Even for a little while, didn't want to miss you Maybe I can make you feel fine I don
life up, Sunday girl You're rushing down like a roller coaster Night on the town, gonna make the most of We can dance 'til Sunday morning We can dance 'til Sunday
are you doing Sunday, baby? Would you like to marry me? Oh, what do you say now? If it's a nice day now What are you doing Sunday, baby? Gee, I wanna
One little, two little, three little putos Tried to jack me they got the boot, oh Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the nigga showed me no
This one goes out to all you punk motherfuckers out there Yeah, eat a bowl of dick'up fools! Do ya wanna get crazy? Comin' atcha in '93! Through the
Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say
Livin' on fat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back And they'll smoke ya ass if you wanna
Hey dreambreaker, you gonna laugh Now that you fell down? You broke my will and stole my soul Without even a half-ass frown You got Coors for Sunday
Then I crossed the empty street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken And it took me back to something that I'd lost Somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday
Next Sunday, darling is my birthday A day that should be free from care Best wishes and congratulations But only sorrow fills the air While friends are
(a) next sunday darlin' is my birth -(e7) day, A day that should be free from (a) care, Best wishes and con - grat - u - (e7) la - tions, But only sorrow
This is just an instrumental Song Drums and trumpets
Sunday morning, Sunday morning Everyday is Saturday night But I can't wait for Sunday morning, Sunday morning Everyday is Saturday night But I can't wait for Sunday
maybachs banging rooftops. Life sucks for you maybe the Jew is crazy In the stay pieces to death thanks to who baby. [Chorus:] Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday
Tuesday, a Tuesday in fact I wish you would Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday a Thursday A Friday and Saturday is best But never ever on a Sunday, a Sunday, a Sunday
worry now It's a blue Sunday Down the interstate Yeah, a blue Sunday Blue with shades of gray A blue Sunday We never met before It's a blue Sunday
you Angels have no thought Of ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday, gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday With shadows
we're God's people going to the church with a little steeple Singing on a Sunday singing on a Sunday singing on a Sunday singing on a Sunday