Long Sunday Afternoon / My Friend Lyrics

Mickey:

No kids out on the street today.
You could be living on the moon.
Maybe everybody's packed their bags
And moved away
On this long. long. long
Sunday afternoon

Just killing time and kicking cans around
Try to remember jokes i knew,
I tell'em to myself,
But they're not funny since i found
It's gonna be a long, long, long
Sunday afternoon

My best friend
Always had sweets to share, he
Knew every word in the dict-ion-ary
He was clean, neat and tidy
From monday to friday,
I wish that i could be like
Wear clean clothes, talk properly like
Do sums and history like my friend...

Edward/Mickey:

My friend
My friend

Edward:

My best friend
He could swear like a soldier
You would laugh till you died
At the stories he told ya
He was untidy
From monday to friday
I wish that i could be like
Kick a ball and climb a tree like
Run around with dirty knees like my friend...

Edward/Mickey:

My friend
My friend

Mickey:

Feels like everybody stayed in bed
Or maybe i woke up too soon.
Am i the last survivor
Is everybody dead?!
On this long, long, long
Sunday afternoon, Sunday afternoon!

[Thanks to alex.beddow for correcting these lyrics]