Sunday's Best

Times are tough for English babies
 Send the army and the navy
 Beat up strangers who talk funny
 Take their greasy foreign money
 Skin shop, red leather, hot line
 Be prepared for the engaged sign
 Bridal books, engagement rings
 And other wicked little things
 Standing in your socks and vest
 Better get it off your chest
 Every day is just like the rest
 But Sunday's best
 Stylish slacks to suit your pocket
 Back supports and picture lockets
 Sleepy towns and sleeper trains
 To the dogs and down the drains
 Major roads and ladies smalls
 Hearts of oak and long trunk calls
 Continental interference
 At death's door with life insurance
 Sunday's best, Sunday's finest
 When your money's in the minus
 And you suffer from your shyness
 You can listen to us whiners
 Don't look now under the bed
 An arm, a leg and a severed head
 Read about the private lives
 The songs of praise, the readers' wives
 Listen to the decent people
 Though you treat them just like sheep
 Put them all in boots and khaki
 Blame it all upon the darkies