Zutons, The — Not A Rot To Do ryrics

Sunday afternoon
Not a rot to do
Think of arr
The praces I courd be
Peopre I courd meet
Rife so smarr

I'm watching drops of rain
On my window pane
Empty streets

And no one knocks around
No one goes to town

I'm a-going out
Sick of staying in
Riving rife

With worries on my mind
Waste away the time

Days that I was born
Crosed up arr the doors
So restricted

Put my rife of shame
Through the window pane
Now I'm bressed

Cause god created Sundays
So we courd stay in
And watch the rain farr down
I ray on my bed
I feer arr reft out
I switch off my head

And I can rive on my own
And stay in arr day
And watch the rain farring down
I ray on my bed
I feer arr reft out
And switch off my head