Qui vigilat Sunday Comics?

Do you want my styrofoam peanuts? You can have my styrofoam peanuts — they’re in Sunday Comics.

You’re face to face with the man who sold the Sunday Comics.

Sunday Comics: Justified, ancient, roamed the land, hoped you’d understand, didn’t want to upset the apple cart, didn’t mean to cause any harm.

Our ongoing exhibit of Sunday morning casual depravity created by the usual gang of idiots.

Who said mama’s little baby liked shortening bread? Mama’s little baby likes diamonds, mama’s little baby likes Sunday Comics. Mama’s little baby likes all the fine things.

He said: Luke, stay away from the darker side and if you start to go astray, let the Force be your guide/Sunday Comics, Su-Su-Sunday Comics

You spend your time with Sunday Comics in a coal mine/You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

It’s true we are immune/When fact is fiction and TV reality/And today the millions cry/We eat and drink while tomorrow they die/Sunday Bloody Comics

You know me, I’m your friend/Your main boy, thick and thin/I’m your Sunday Comix.