Sunday Papers lyrics

Mother doesn't go out any more 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 want to know about the bishop and the actress If you want to know how to be a star If you want to 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 want to know about the man gone bonkers If you want to know how to play guitar If you want to know about the other suckers You can read it in the sunday papers, read it in the sunday papers Sunday papers don't ask no questions Sunday papers don't get no lies Sunday papers don't raise objection Sunday papers don't got no eyes Brother's heading 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 want to know about the gay politician If you want to know how to drive your car If you want to know about the new sex position You can read it in the sunday papers, read it in the sunday papers Sunday papers don't ask no questions Sunday papers don't get no lies Sunday papers don't raise objection Sunday papers don't got no eyes Sunday papers don't ask no questions Sunday papers don't get no lies Sunday papers don't raise objection Sunday papers don't got no eyes Read all about it, sunday papers