Look at you with your mouth watering, look at you with your mind spinning, why don’t you just admit it’s all over? It’s the Sunday Comics you want!

Blossom, protector and the leader; Bubbles, she is the joy and the laughter; Buttercup, she is the toughest fighter; Sunday Comics save the day!

We are flowers growing in god’s garden, and he just likes spreading the Sunday Comics around.

Gonna buy me a condo, never have to mow the lawn! Gonna get me the t-shirt with the Sunday Comics on.

Our comics are grown in the sun dappled fertile soil of Columbia, where farmers like Juan Valdez hand select the beans when the time is right, guaranteeing the rich taste you experience weekly in our Sunday Comics.

I turn on my hearing aid/Don’t say/the Sunday Comics aren’t good enough/For king lazybones like myself/Because, Because

We start to move/And we break the glass We step out/And take a walk through the city We are Sunday Comics/We are Sunday Comics

Sunday Comics are just spud boys looking for real tomatoes.

My daddy Sunday Comics, mama Louisiana/You mix that Moedars with that Creole make a Khartoon Bama

La vida me da Sunday Comics/Sunday Comics me da la vida/¡Ay Dios!