Текст песни Sunday Morning Nightmare - Sham 69
Me
dad
don't
want
me
coming
home
late
from
the
disco
And
me
mum
doesn't
want
me
hanging
around
with
the
lads
Me
brother
thinks
he
looks
like
John
Travolta
And
me
sister
thinks
she's
Olivia
Newton
John
It's
a
Sunday
morning
nightmare
A
Sunday
morning
nightmare
A
Sunday
morning
nightmare
I've
been
drinking
too
many
pints
of
lager
I've
been
getting
into
to
many
bleedin'
fights
I
came
home
with
sick
all
down
me
trousers
I've
got
lovebites
all
around
me
neck
I've
got
a
Sunday
morning
nightmare
A
Sunday
morning
nightmare
A
Sunday
morning
nightmare
Don't
do
it,
they
won't
let
us
do
it
Don't
do
it,
they
won't
let
us
do
it
Don't
do
it,
they
won't
let
us
do
it
Don't
do
it,
they
won't
let
us
do
it
I've
got
a
Sunday
morning
nightmare
A
Sunday
morning
nightmare
A
Sunday
morning
nightmare
Don't
tell
me
dad
I've
just
smashed
up
his
car
And
don't
tell
me
mum
I've
got
me
bird
in
the
club
Tell
my
brother
not
to
wear
my
clothes
And
tell
me
sister
to
get
her
boyfriend
outta
me
bed
I've
got
a
Sunday
morning
nightmare
A
Sunday
morning
nightmare
A
Sunday
morning
nightmare
Don't
do
it,
they
won't
let
us
do
it
Don't
do
it,
they
won't
let
us
do
it
Don't
do
it,
they
won't
let
us
do
it
Don't
do
it,
they
won't
let
us
do
it

1 Leave Me Alone
2 Who Gives a Damn
3 Everybody's Right, Everybody's Wrong
4 That's Life
5 Win or Lose
6 Hurry Up Harry
7 Evil Way
8 Reggae Pick Up, Pt. 1
9 Sunday Morning Nightmare
10 Reggae Pick Up, Pt. 2
11 Angels With Dirty Faces
12 Is This Me or Is This You
13 The Cockney Kids Are Innocent
14 No Entry
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