Sunday Papers - Joe Jackson

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Sunday Papers

Mother doesn’t go out anymore

Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes

But every weekend through the door

Come words of wisdom from the world outside

If you wanna know about the bishop and the actress

If you wanna know how to be a star

If you wanna know about the stains on the mattress

You can read it in the Sunday papers

Sunday papers

Mother’s wheelchair stays out in the hall

Why should she go out when the TV’s on

Whatever moves beyond these walls

She’ll know the facts when Sunday comes along

If you wanna know about the mad punk rockers

If you wanna know how to play guitar

If you wanna know 'bout any other suckers

You can read it in the Sunday papers

Read it in the Sunday papers

Chorus:

Sunday papers don’t ask no questions

Sunday papers don’t dead no lies

Sunday papers don’t raise objections

Sunday papers ain’t got no eyes

Brother’s hearing that way now, I guess

He just read something made his face turn blue

Well I got nothing against the press

They wouldn’t print it if it wasn’t true

If you wanna know 'bout the gay politician (Oh yeah!)

If you wanna know how to drive your car

If you wanna know 'bout the new sex position

You can read it in the Sunday papers

Read it in the Sunday papers

Chorus (twice)

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