Sunday morning here we are
The boy's come home
not quite the movie star
He's been in Hollywood
The boy's come home
The boy's done good
He says she asked too high a price
neglecting to declare
what sits between them there on ice,
chilled, with the fizzy and the still:
he tried bud didn't make it there
'It's not for me
It's not for me'
Sunday papers, here we are
The boy's come home
The boy's come home