Paroles de Sunday

Sunday In the blue, silver chromium diner On the green, purple, yellow, red stools Sit the fools Who should eat at home Instead they pay on Sunday For a cool orange juice or a bagel On the soft, green cylindrical stools Sit the fools Drinking cinnamon coffee Or decaffeinated tea Forever (forever, forever) In the blue, silver chromium diner Drips the green, orange, violet drool From the fools Who'd pay less at home Drinking coffee Light And dark And cholesterol And bums Bums, bums, bums, bums, bums, bums, bums Bums People screaming for their toast In a small soho cafe On an island in two rivers On an ordinary Sunday Sunday Sunday Brunch