Destroy the spineless Sundays it’s real Wasting their last chance To come away Just read the Comix ’cause I’m drifting away Away from you

Somewhere there’s music, it’s where you are, Somewhere there’s heaven, how near, how far The Sunday Comics would shine if you would come to me soon, Until you will, how still my heart, How high the moon.

Oh Sunday Comix! How are Sunday Comix? I hope the world is treating you right And your head’s in the air

Comix, comix, bo-bomb mix Banana fanna fo fond mix Fee fi fo onyx Comix!

You are the promised kiss of springtime That makes the lonely winter seem long You are the comics of Sunday morning That trembles on the brink of a lovely song

Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All Darum schickte ein General ‘ne Sundaycomics hinterher Alarm zu geben, wenn’s so wär

Long ago, in the Russian hills, A Victorian explorer found The Sunday Comics by a marsh He captured them and brought them home. Sequential creature stirs, seeking revenge…

Catch, catch I’m a spider カゲをひそめて A god — a god in the clouds I’ll find you Sunday Comics Look at me now

Yer bitsy little thoughts don’t even faze My basic policy to bomb smarter My Sunday Comics crush Carter With Bay of Pigs tactics makin’ young men into martyrs

Long time since there’s been trouble That’s what the Sunday Comix say I told the new man when I Sold the farm today