Sangtekst: Zutons. Who Killed the Zutons. Not A Lot To Do.

Sunday afternoon
Not a lot to do
Think of all
The places I could be
People I could meet
Life's so small

I'm watchin' drops of rain
On my window pane
Empty streets
An' no one knocks around
No one goes to town

I'm a-goin' out
Sick of stayin' in
Livin' life
With worries on my mind
Waste away the time

Day there was a storm
Closed up all the doors
So restricted
Put my life of shame
Through the window pane
Now I'm blessed

'Cause God created Sundays
So we could stay in
An' watch the rain fallin' down
I lay on my bed
I feel all left out
I switch off my head

And I can live on my own
And stay in all day
And watch the rain falling down
I lay on my bed
I feel all left out
And switch off my head