Oh Sunday morning, not a scrap in sight Ill go without, I do it out of spite All by myself, yeah Foods lost its flavour, I refuse to bite Do myself no favours, I stay in every night Ashtrays in rows, but you know& I feel alright Its just another Sunday morning, then its Sunday night I feel alright Its just the ghost of you behind me, sitting right up tight Ill read the paper, but its yesterdays The worlds gone mad and Im going the same way All by myself, yeah When the sun is shining, but it dont give no hope Im into whining, and Im all out of soap But its good to feel dirty, yeah When you feel alright Just another Sunday morning, everythings alright I feel alright Its just the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight Sitting right up tight So many miles, between me and you So many days, I dont know what to do Be by myself, then I know& Ill be alright On another Sunday morning, another Sunday night Ill be alright With the ghost of you behind me sitting right up tight Sitting right up tight Sitting right up tight Sitting right up tight