[MICKEY]
No kids out on the street today
You could be living on the moon
Maybe everybody's packed their bags and moved away
On this long, long, long Sunday afternoon

Just killing time and kicking cans around
Try to remember jokes I knew
I'd tell them to meself
They're not funny, since I've found
It's gonna be a long, long, long Sunday afternoon

My best friend
Always had sweets to share
He knew every word
In the dic-she-on-ary
He was clean, neat, and tidy
From Monday to Friday
I wish that I could be like
Wear clean clothes, talk properly like
Do sums and history like
My friend

[EDWARD and MICKEY]
My friend

[EDWARD]
My best friend
He could swear like a soldier
You'd laugh 'til you died
At the stories he told ya
He was untidy
From Monday to Friday
I wish that I could be like
Kick a ball and climb a tree like
Run around with dirty knees like
My friend

[EDWARD and MICKEY]
My friend

[MICKEY]
Feels like everybody stayed in bed
Or maybe I woke up too soon?
Am I the last survivor?
Is everybody dead?
On this long, long, long Sunday afternoon
Sunday afternoon