Me dad don´t want me coming home late from the disco
And me mum doesn´t want me hanging around with the lads
Me brother thinks he looks like John Travolta
And me sister thinks she´s Olivia Newton John

It´s a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

I´ve been drinking too many pints of lager
I´ve been getting into to many bleedin´ fights
I came home with sick all down me trousers
I´ve got lovebites all around me neck

I´ve got a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

Don´t do it, they won´t let us do it
Don´t do it, they won´t let us do it
Don´t do it, they won´t let us do it
Don´t do it, they won´t let us do it

I´ve got a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

Don´t tell me dad I´ve just smashed up his car
And don´t tell me mum I´ve got me bird in the club
Tell my brother not to wear my clothes
And tell me sister to get her boyfriend outta me bed

I´ve got a Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare
A Sunday morning nightmare

Don´t do it, they won´t let us do it
Don´t do it, they won´t let us do it
Don´t do it, they won´t let us do it
Don´t do it, they won´t let us do it