Wake up without a blink
  To an even pace where nothing moves
  Except the pressure from a funky saturday
  Dropping like bricks on my head
  Or over the milkyway
  Starlit electric beams had only just touched me
  I must have dreamt myself astray
  The only milkyway I have is in the middle of the day
  
  Chorus:
  
  Somedays are better than somedays
  Good Sundays are better than somedays
  Today I'd even take a bad Monday
  Cause this Sunday's a pure pressure inside of me
  
  Danced till my feet were blue
  To erase the thoughts I just remember you
  Tears lost in the turn of the years
  Return on days like this
  Kissing in the sunrays
  I knew that it was Sunday
  Cause my memory's like blueprint in my head
  
  Chorus
  
  (and the little rap says)
  Give me grits and eggs give me ham and bacon
  And a pancake with some maple syrup
  Cause it is Sunday
  (God knows what the dogs are saying)
  We made it thru....maybe