Sunday, Sunday is a subtle parody of traditional Sunday activities in England, and perhaps the veneer of expectations. From SongMeanings:
I like the subtitle of this song; “Legislated nostalgia: to force a body of people to have memories they do not actually possess.” Think about that when you see some TV commercial for the music of a specific decade boasting about what “great times” those were, when you don’t remember them being so good.
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Personally, that works for me. So does this song, with it’s opening thundering drums, simple hooks, and catchy melody.
And of course, the lyrics:
Sunday, Sunday, here again in tidy attire
You read the colour supplement, the TV guide
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
Sunday, Sunday here again, a walk in the park
You meet an old soldier and talk of the past
He fought for us in two world wars
And says the England he knew is no more
He sings the Songs of Praise every week but always falls asleep
For the Sunday sleep
You dream of protein on a plate
Regret you left it quite so late
To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep
And Mother’s Pride is your epithet
That extra slice you will sonn regret
So going out is your best bet
Then bingo yourself to sleep
Oh, the Sunday sleep
