Well I woke up Sunday mornin'
With a pneumatic drill going off in my head
Getting picked up in 10 minutes
But I would far rather have stayed in bed

Then I got dressed very slowly, so slowly
Still feeling half dead
And looked at the rain outside
Wishing I played dominoes instead

I looked into the mirror
And what stared back at me looked like a ghost
I stumbled into the kitchen
Tried to down a mouldy, week old piece of toast

There was no milk for my cereal
So I just used water, it tasted gross
And I went outside to get my lift
Stood in the rain outside the close

Chorus

At the Sunday Morning football
Playing at some ungodly hour
Praying hard that I'd get subbied
So I could get a nice, hot shower

And I regretted oh so badly
Last night the scattering of my seed
Not the greatest preparation
For play

Verse

I had a crack with the opposing winger
He works at Halleys
We shared a couple of jokes
And a couple of Benson and Hedges
We got real pally

But the first time he got the ball he scored
After haring past me like Speedy Gonzales
And by half time the opposition
Had added 5 more goals to their tally

Chorus

At the Sunday Morning football
Wishing the ref would blow for time
Only 50 minutes gone
But we've got a mountain to climb

I've hated every single minute
I'm always racked with fatigue
Think I might well bin it
Playing Sunday Morning league

Playing Sunday Morning League

© Robin Grimmond 2021