Lyrics:

Mother doesn't go out any more

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 want to know about the bishop and the actress

If you want to know how to be a star

If you want to 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 want to know about the man gone bonkers

If you want to know how to play guitar

If you want to know about the other suckers

You can read it in the sunday papers, read it in the sunday papers


Sunday papers don't ask no questions

Sunday papers don't get no lies

Sunday papers don't raise objection

Sunday papers don't got no eyes


Brother's heading 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 want to know about the gay politician

If you want to know how to drive your car

If you want to know about the new sex position

You can read it in the sunday papers, read it in the sunday papers


Sunday papers don't ask no questions

Sunday papers don't get no lies

Sunday papers don't raise objection

Sunday papers don't got no eyes


Sunday papers don't ask no questions

Sunday papers don't get no lies

Sunday papers don't raise objection

Sunday papers don't got no eyes


Read all about it, sunday papers