Staying in bed, all wrapped up tight,
the heating’s on, and the house is quiet
Mom’s put the kettle on, bacon’s on the grill
she hands you a cup of tea – try not to spill!
Everyone chats, the TV’s on somewhere
Your little brother’s still playing with Ted The Bear.
There’s no need to get dressed today.
Why? Because it’s a lazy Sunday.
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