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Joe Jackson - Sunday Papers lyrics
Mother doesn't go out anymore Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes But every weekend through the door Come words of wisdom from the world outside If you wanna know about the bishop and the actress If you wanna know how to be a star If you wanna know about the stains on the mattress You can read it in the Sunday papers Sunday papers Mother's wheelchair stays out in the hall Why should she go out when the TV's on Whatever moves beyond these walls She'll know the facts when Sunday comes along If you wanna know about the mad punk rockers If you wanna know how to play guitar If you wanna know 'bout any other suckers You can read it in the Sunday papers Read it in the Sunday papers Chorus: Sunday papers don't ask no questions Sunday papers don't dead no lies Sunday papers don't raise objections Sunday papers ain't got no eyes Brother's hearing that way now, I guess He just read something made his face turn blue Well I got nothing against the press They wouldn't print it if it wasn't true If you wanna know 'bout the gay politician (Oh yeah!) If you wanna know how to drive your car If you wanna know 'bout the new sex position You can read it in the Sunday papers Read it in the Sunday papers Chorus (twice) Read all about it Sunday papers Read all about it Sunday papers Get your Sunday paper Read all about it |
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