[Incomprehensible]      Wake up, without a blink   To an even pace, where nothin' moves   Except the pressure from a funky Saturday   Droppin' like bricks on my head      Over the milky way   Starlit electric beams had only just touched me   I must have dreamt myself astray   The only milky way I have is in the middle of the day      Somedays are better than somedays   Good Sundays are better than somedays   Today I'd even take a bad Monday   'Cause this Sunday's a pure pressure inside of me      Danced till my feet were blue   Can erase the thoughts, I just remember you   Tears lost in the turn of the years   Return on days like this      Kissin' in the sun rays   I knew that it was Sunday   'Cause my memory's   Like blueprint in my head      Somedays are better than somedays   Good Sundays are better than somedays   Today I'd even take a bad Monday   'Cause this Sunday's a pure pressure inside of me      Give me grits and eggs, give me ham and bacon   And a pancake with some maple syrup 'cause it is Sunday   [Incomprehensible]