Sunday Comics
I turn on my hearing aid/Don’t say/the Sunday Comics aren’t good enough/For king lazybones like myself/Because, Because
Sunday Comics
We start to move/And we break the glass
We step out/And take a walk through the city
We are Sunday Comics/We are Sunday Comics
Sunday Comics
Sunday Comics are just spud boys looking for real tomatoes.
Sunday Comics
My daddy Sunday Comics, mama Louisiana/You mix that Moedars with that Creole make a Khartoon Bama
Sunday Comics
La vida me da Sunday Comics/Sunday Comics me da la vida/¡Ay Dios!
Sunday Comics
Do you want my styrofoam peanuts? You can have my styrofoam peanuts — they’re in Sunday Comics.
Sunday Comics
You’re face to face with the man who sold the Sunday Comics.
Sunday Comics
Sunday Comics: Justified, ancient, roamed the land, hoped you’d understand, didn’t want to upset the apple cart, didn’t mean to cause any harm.
Sunday Comics
Our ongoing exhibit of Sunday morning casual depravity created by the usual gang of idiots.
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