They picked a real nice neighborhood
He got the front lawn looking good
Somebody planted flowers
How that woman loves a rose
Had I been the man I should
I'd be livin' there, I know I would
And then I never have to wait, for Sunday
Wait for Sunday
Barbie dolls, and tinker toys
We're the little girl and boy
Play'd raisin' babies
And erected building stone
I know, I shouldn't come this way
I do it, almost, every day
Knowing well, that I should wait, for Sunday
Wait for Sunday
Candies in his little hand
He's waiting for the ice cream man
Sister's there to share the treat
She knows, is sure to come
I hope their mama doesn't mind
Sweets this close to suppertime
And won't be mad, cause I couldn't wait, till Sunday
Wait till Sunday
Camper sales and ice cream cones
All too soon our Sunday's gone
Bobby said, the stripe horses
Were the very best of all
Sissy's sleeping next to me
Candied apple on her cheek
Now, I must wait another week, till Sunday
Wait till Sunday
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