It's Sunday morning
Bread is frying
Mother is fretting
Brothers are fighting

You look like you've been dragged
trough a hedge backwards
When was the last time you polished your shoes?
You look like you've been dragged
trough a hedge backwards
When was the last time you combed your hair?

Dad's in the study
Writing his sermon
We must be quiet
Lest we disturb him
Shhh ...

And now on BBC Radio 4
,Alistair Cooke's Letter From America'
And now on BBC Radio 4
,Alistair Cooke's Letter From America'

You look like you've been dragged
trough a hedge backwards
When was the last time you polished your shoes?
You look like you've been dragged
trough a hedge backwards
When was the last time you combed your hair?

But no one cares what I look like
I care!

And now on BBC Radio 4
,Alistair Cooke's Letter From America'
(Jesus loves me, this I know, for the bible tells me so)
And now on BBC Radio 4
,Alistair Cooke's Letter From America'
(Jesus loves me, this I know, for the bible tells me so)



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