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

Just killing time and kicking cans around
Try to remember jokes I knew
I'd tell them to meself
But 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