I need a month full of Sundays,
Honey,
To catch up with myself.

I need a month full of Sundays,
Sweetie,
To hope ‘n dream ‘n hold you tight.

I need a month full of Sundays,
Cutie,
To watch you waken in the hush of the city.

Sunday-time,
Sweet-talkin’ time,
Soul-soothin’ Sundays, Baby.

I’ve got the Sunday Nite Blues,
What, you got ‘em too!
Want a lifetime of Sundays,
Away from all Mondays,
I got the Sunday Nite Blues.

When Sunday morning rolls around,
With croissant ‘n café,
Soon back in bed, makin’ love,
Mellow times today.

Then sunset fades with rosy hue,
‘N night-lights start to shine,
That melancholy rolls right in,
And loneliness is mine.

I need an everyday-Sunday-Honey,
To last my whole life through,
I want a Sunday time, all the time,
So I won’t be so blue.

I’ve got the Sunday Nite Blues,
What, you got ‘em too!
Need a month full of Sundays,
A lifetime of fundays,
No more Sunday Nite Blues!