Sunday Clothes

Hello, Dolly.

We won't come home until we've kissed a girl.

There's an adventure on the evening air.

And we feel bright-right,

from the crown to the soul

of our shoes.

It's time to pay your dues.

Put on your Sunday finest,

there's a tale to tell!

We're out of business

and we're feeling well!

A cheap cigar,

that can take us far,

In a shiny car,

And I'll tell

you 

to put on your finest clothes!

There's a place out there that's plain to see.

There's a place out there that's made for you and me!
And we feel alright,

so let's quit your sight,

and stay out all night,

coz we're free!

We're happy, it's plain to see!

We won't come home until we've kissed a guy.

No room for sorrow and no time to cry!
We feel heart-smart,

from the time we meet,

till we part.

It's time to pay the piper.

Put on your Monday clothes.

There's a job to be done.

We're back in business,

and we're feeling grand!

A job or two,

that'll see us through,

Just for me and you!

And we'll sell

off our weekdays,

for Sunday clothes!