Lyrics Long Sunday Afternoon - My Friend

MICKEY
No kids out on the street today.
You could be living on the moon.
Maybe everybody's packed their bags
And moved away
Gonna be a long, long, long
Sunday afternoon.

Just killing time and kicking cans around
Try to remember jokes I knew,
I tell 'em to myself,
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,
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

EDWARD AND MICKEY
My friend
My friend

EDWARD
My best friend
He could swear like a soldier
You would 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

EDWARD AND MICKEY
My friend
My friend

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