Sunday Night

Coop has got the war paint

My hair is in the air again

Newbies all got stage fright

They cower at the bar again

Liars, cryers, buyers Pawley's got the flyers for them all

Buzzcocks, Stooges Lori engineers the trip

We beat and pound the tables to the chorus of Los Angeles

Shoutin' over John and Exene on a Sunday night

It goes on a Sunday night

Chris and Glen are twisted wrestlin over Horton Heat

Joey's got the t-shirt

He simply toasts them from his seat

I wanna dance with Nancy Jean on a Sunday Night

Sandy slams her napkin swears she never party fouls

Marko's on the cell phone cuin' up the after hours

I wanna kiss from Nancy Jean on a Sunday NIght

It goes on a Sunday Night