Song of the happy husband
I find it hard to be loving at breakfast time
Listening to the horrible News
And it's hard to be loving at Churchtime
Kneeling in those hard wooden pews.
The Bible 's supposed to be holy.
And it's certainly holier than me;
For I love you so in the afternoon
When we have our Sunday tea.
I don't like to listen to preaching
Avout how wicked I am
I just can't wait till the afternoon
To sample your blackcurrant jam!
I know I have been a difficult person
With all my variable moods
Why not pack up a tea hamper
So we can caress in the woods?
I love you all the time ,darling,
But work takes a toll on my mind
But when you show me your cream filled sponge
My troubles are soon left behind.
I love you on a weekday
I love you dreaming at night.
But I love you the most on a Sunday-----
Your teas are a wonderful sight!
When I was stuck in the hospital
Waiting for doctor or nurse.
I dwelt in my mind on your Sunday teas
I could have been a lot worse.
Now my illness is over
Normal life reappears
Let's have a special treat today........
Let's pretend Sunday is here.
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