Sunday Morning Tea 歌詞

Sunday morning tea Under the orange dragonflies Listening to Bensky Awake beneath pagan skies Off to the farmer's market We pass by little Stonehenge Woodpecker on the bark sits Finally the squirrels get their revenge Italian man plays polkas As we eat Russian pastries And drink Mexican mochas Everything in town is so tasty Who gets blasted and who probes? Check the mail and the friend’s page Wearing our velvet robes We clean the little rodents' cage Across the great divide Above and beyond the landlord Let's go for a bike ride To look at houses we can't afford Later in the autumn eve When the soup is on the stove We'll dance around like grebes And watch shows about Karl Rove Retiring to the boudoir The chinches have had their hay Wouldn't it be a good law If it were Sunday every day? Sunday morning tea One day more, why can't we?