Author: Otto S. Fishbein

Every Sunday has its share of Comics/every woman has a second half/And now it’s samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man

I’m going under, down under where the lights are low. To a place where all the mutants go, doing things I never did before — Sunday Comics, coming back for more. Little girl with the full red lips, never knew it could be like this! You put me in a situation, goin’ through soft core mutation! Going under!

When I drive past the kids, they all spit and cuss/Cause I’ve read the Sunday Comics and they have to ride the bus! So you’d better get out of my way when I come through your yard/Cause I’ve read the Sunday Comics, now eat a tub of lard!

Reading Comics on Sunday, I’m reading Comics on Sunday! Ain’t a metaphor punchline, I’m reading Comics on Sunday!

I’m Speed Racer and I drive real fast
I’m a big pirate and I like to steal
I’m a Barbie doll, but I got brains
I’m your doctor and here’s the bill
Go! Go! Sunday Comics!

We’re Sunday Comics, man, for Nigel; we only want what’s best for him/We’re Sunday Comics, man, for Nigel, Nigel approves of Commons’ art. And if young Nigel says he’s happy, he must be happy — he must be happy in his world.

Everywhere I go it’s Sunday, with Comics far away; and my heart belongs to no one, so now sometimes I pray: “Take the space between us, fill it up some way…Fill it up, fill it up.”

It really doesn’t matter, if I’m wrong I’m right where I belong. I’m right where I belong. See the Sunday Comics there? You’ll disagree and never win, and wonder why you won’t get in my door. I’m painting my room in the colorful way, and when my mind is wandering…There I will go.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp! And Sunday Comics mine! And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

Cold winds are howling, or could that be growling? Sunday Comics drawn…My-my, oh me-my, kindly will you reply: Is that you, Santa Claus?