Nobody's causing any trouble
Nobody's trying to pick a fight
We're all just soaking up
This Sunday summer sun
Feeling glad to be alive
Ain't gonna worry bout tomorrow
And even less about today
We're gonna watch the light
Go down on the horizon
Let ev'ry moment slip away
Jesse tore up his apartment
Just why he wouldn't say
Now he sits there in his bedroom
And he won't come out to play
Oh, yeah
It's a Sunday afternoon
Got Cap'n Crunch and Reefer
And old cartoons
When I get up tomorrow
It'll be too soon
We're lazing on a Sunday afternoon
The daily news keeps getting stranger
But medical Mary keeps me cool
They all used to say
I'd be a failure, but I'm breezin'
Although I know sometimes
I get a bit confused
Everybody needs a purpose
Some kind of driving force in life
I ain't gonna have the admiration of the world
But I'm already famous in my mind
Martha hitched from San Francisco
Back to her parents' by the Bay
She's doin' mandalas and boxing
At least, that's what the doctors say
Oh, yeah
It's a Sunday afternoon
Got Cap'n Crunch and Reefer
And old cartoons
If the aliens are comin'
Hope they come soon
We're lazing on a Sunday afternoon
