Songtexte
Yeah,
ain't
nothing
but
a
beautiful
piece
of
music
Uh,
where
my
shit
at,
man?
Sunday
morning
ain't
much,
my
Sunday
morning
paintbrush
Fueled
by
the
sunrise,
I'm
up
early,
a
faint
rush
Grows
to
arise,
wipe
the
sleep
out
my
peepers
Ten
hours
of
dreamland,
the
benefit
reaper
Loving
what
I'm
doing,
couldn't
ask
for
any
better
Cooling
what
I
wanted
to
the
letter
Spring
cleaning,
Etta
James
type
of
soothing
music
Soul-based
citrus
ship,
cool
shit
like
cruise
ships
In
the
wild
blue
yonder,
on
a
Sunday,
a
sundae
Driving
the
country,
no
gunplay
Progress
reports
updated
with
the
positive
news
Out
the
faucet
with
flows
you
get
enthused
by
Too
high,
you
call
me
Stevie,
it's
wonderful
Easy
going
moments
we
should
undergo,
feezy
Breathe
free
of
stress
for
a
second
in
the
life
Don't
let
the
needle
skip,
get
your
slice,
uh
Yeah,
on
a
Sunday,
a
sundae,
uh
On
a
Sunday,
a
sundae
Sunday,
on
a
Sunday,
a
sundae
Sunday,
on
a
Sunday,
a
sundae
Check
this
out
now,
it's,
uh
Without
a
doubt
the
most
unusual
schedule
Who's
a
fool
hating
how
they
do
the
old
routine?
Killing
you
slowly,
come
on,
really
You
gotta
love
something,
even
work
could
be
bumping
Work
with
me,
something
in
my
eyes
is
mile
wide
Ovaltine
healthy
to
be
delving
in,
pride
Sometimes
I
feel
like
a
kid
on
a
slide
Memories
drifting
back
to
a
easy
time,
play
time
Moms
call
me
in
for
dinner
Chicken
and
cornbread
days
of
kindergarten
I'm
starting,
my
life
enter
Boy
grows
to
an
entity,
center
Of
attention
in
the
under
Swooping
in
a
jet
plane
from
the
interior
of
the
wonder
Of
what
tomorrow
will
bring,
blowing
in
the
spring
Consuming
everything
that
means
something,
so
sing
All
praises
due
to
the
most
high
of
whoever
you
believe
in
you
Just
believe
in
you,
I
believe
in
me,
uh
And
I
believe
in
being
free
And
if
you
don't
believe
in
being
free,
so
help
me,
you
Clap
your
hands,
here's
what
we
gonna
do,
uh
Yeah,
on
a
Sunday,
a
sundae,
uh
Sunday,
on
a
Sunday,
a
sundae,
uh,
yo
Sunday,
on
a
Sunday,
a
sundae,
uh
Sunday,
on
a
Sunday,
a
sundae,
yeah,
uh
Slap
your
hands
to
this
Clap
your
hands
to
this
Come
on,
ride
to
this
Come
on,
ride
to
this
Bump
this
in
your
car,
bump
this
in
your
car
Come
on,
uh,
uh,
uh
Sundays
to
relax,
yeah
Sundays
to
relax,
yeah
Sundays
to
relax,
get
that
straight
now
Sundays
to
relax,
just
cool
out,
what
What,
what
1 True Analogy
2 If You Was (Sunshine)
3 Hello Hello
4 Get Up, Clap Your Hands
5 Livin' It For Ya
6 Walking Through Langford
7 Instrumental Interlude #1
8 Take It In
9 Pure Sex
10 Instrumental Interlude #2
11 Work Cut Out For Me
12 Sunday
13 Familiarize Yourself
14 Love Can't Wait
15 The Knock
16 No One Loves Me?
17 Instrumental Interlude #3
18 Nights Like These
19 Instrumental Outro
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