Sunday Afternoon/my Friend lyrics

No kids out on the street today, We could be livin' on the moon. Maybe everybody's packed their bags an' moved away, It's gonna be a long, long, long Sunday afternoon. Just killin' time an' kickin' cans around, Try to remember jokes I knew I tell them to myself But they're not funny since I found It's gonna be a long, long, long Sunday afternoon My best friend always had sweets t'share, He Knew all the words in the dictionary. I wish that I could be like, Wear clean clothes, talk properly like, Do sums an' history like my friend. My best friend he could swear like a soldier You'd laugh 'til y' died at the stories he told you His clothes were untidy from Monday to Friday I wish that I could be like Kick a ball and climb a tree like Run around with dirty knees like My Friend, my friend Feels like everybody stayed in bed Or maybe I woke up too soon. Am I the last survivor, Is everybody dead? On this long, long, long Sunday afternoon, Sunday afternoon