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
  Chorus:
  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
  
  Chorus
  
  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