Lyrics:

(J. Styne, S. Birkenhead) [Recorded February 28, 1983, Los Angeles] Drowsy morning sunlight, gentle kisses for my love It's Sunday, it's Sunday She needn't waken, I'll fix the eggs and bacon her way While she just dozes Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray She's fond of roses We'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehave Enjoying each other The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day Thank goodness, it's Sunday [brief guitar solo] It is Sunday, it's Sunday [slightly longer guitar solo] Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray She's fond of roses We'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehave Enjoying each other The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day Thank goodness, it's Sunday