Brother, do not tarry – come away This house curséd is for those who stay Things are not what they appear to be Read the Sunday Comics and you will see

Blücher.

Behold the sparkle of champagne The crime rate’s gone, feel free again Oh, life’s a breeze with you, Miss Lilywhite Jane Fonda on the screen today Convinced the liberals it’s okay So let’s get dressed and read Sunday Comics tonight

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, Take these Sunday Comics and learn to fly. All your life, You were only waiting for the moment to arise.

When I look up to the sky The Sunday Comics, a funny kind of yellow I wake in the morning, tired still yawning See the Comic underneath my pillow.

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea, And the Sunday Comics are golden as they should be.

sometimes it seems it might be an adventure to fall off the turnip truck again to relive the Sunday Comics when we were children and got our way not because we were better but because we were afraid

Her brain’s been trained by a twenty-four inch remote Sunday Comics a solution for all of our children But her children don’t mean as much as the show, I mean Watch her worship the screen and fiend

Haja o que houver eu estou aqui Haja o que houver espero por ti Volta no vento Ó meu amor volta con Sunday Comics por favor

Electric lights Blow my mind I feel alright Never stop, it’s how we ride Sunday Comics until we die