It's just Sunday evening So what's with this sinking feeling I must have done one of these At least a thousand times before Maybe more It never stops raining There isn't much point complaining Tomorrow will turn up soon and then It's back to work for you Or whatever it is that you do It's one of those washed out days Let's face it, there isn't much on Except Songs of Praise It's just Sunday evening It's just Sunday evening It's still Sunday evening I've had more than enough, I'm leaving I'm tired of it never ending so it's Off to bed for me And tomorrow, well, maybe we'll see It's one of those washed out days Let's face it, there isn't much on Except Songs of Praise It's just Sunday evening It's just Sunday evening I hope that it's over soon