Ev’ry Sunday Afternoon Rodgers & Hart

(Verse 1)

[PATRICK]

I love to do my work

Never complain;

Never get tired

Don't mind the strain

I always say, "Old man

Wait till you're through

Sunday will come-

Thursday comes, too

In those two days

Think what you'll do."

For they're the lovely days with you

(Chorus 1)

[PATRICK]

Ev'ry Sunday afternoon and Thursday night

We'll be free as birds in flight

If on Sunday afternoon we ever fight

We'll make up on Thursday night

Leave the dishes

Dry your hands

Change your wishes

To commands

Ev'ry Sunday afternoon we'll be polite

But we'll make love on Thursday night