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Liquor on Sunday Lyrics
Remember when London was filled with gin?
The Salvation Army wouldn't let me in.
Sitting in between two drunken, old men,
Singing songs about their regiments.
I used to play jazz on a Saturday night
With the drums and horns.
The Navy boys all in a frenzy
And go to church on Sunday
With a clear conscience.
You don't drink liquor on Sunday.
You don't drink liquor on Sunday.
I used to get me drunk on strange drinks
That would leave me fat and puzzled,
Till two lads got into a fight over whose night
It was who'd have his hair ruffled.
I used to play jazz on a Saturday night
With the drums and horns.
The Navy boys all in a frenzy
And go to church on Sunday
With a clear conscience.
You don't drink liquor on Sunday.
You don't drink liquor on Sunday.
The Salvation Army wouldn't let me in.
Sitting in between two drunken, old men,
Singing songs about their regiments.
With the drums and horns.
The Navy boys all in a frenzy
And go to church on Sunday
With a clear conscience.
You don't drink liquor on Sunday.
That would leave me fat and puzzled,
Till two lads got into a fight over whose night
It was who'd have his hair ruffled.
With the drums and horns.
The Navy boys all in a frenzy
And go to church on Sunday
With a clear conscience.
You don't drink liquor on Sunday.
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