bows For there's no blue monday in your sunday... No monday in your sunday... No monday in your sunday clothes! Townspeople, all: Put on your sunday clothes
out your feathers Your patent leathers Your beads and buckles and bows For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes! Townspeople, All Put on your Sunday clothes
's a slick town, Barnaby Out there Full of shine and full of sparkle Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby Listen, Barnaby... Put on your Sunday clothes
bows For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday... No Monday in your Sunday... No Monday in your Sunday clothes! [Townspeople, All:] Put on your Sunday clothes
Translation: Streisand, Barbra. Put On Your Sunday Clothes.
Translation: WALL E Soundtrack. Michael Crawford \u0026 Company - Put On Your Sunday Clothes.
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday... No Monday in your Sunday... No Monday in your Sunday clothes! [Townspeople, All:] Put on your Sunday clothes
What it do baby girl Get on the dance floor Will you put your drink down Come and dance with me What it do baby girl Get on the dance floor Will you put your
always on the hustle sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday (hustle) on sunday,monday,tuesday,wednesday,thursday,friday,saturday (hustle) on sunday
hustlin rocks on my block, cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, make your trunk wave keep your corner
up on my clothes Hit the street and hop the low low Even got hydraulics on the Limo I'm from the city that everyone knows All clean creased up on my
weezy ,weezy makin money i keep my dick in my pants but them hoes take it from me i go to sleep on monday and i wake up sunday i go to sleep with money
s on, we bone like two high school kids Breathing fast pumpin' hard through the night and then Watch the sun rise cheefin' on a cigarillo Urge got your
makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way I'm on grates when I'm grindin' I'm on steaks when I'm dinnin' And on Sunday's on the wine Is you can't calm
Useless objects, I gathered a storm of shit Put them in silent shed, threw out your life's supplies When all you need's a coffin And your Sunday best
my bride I headed back to Knoxville got there about midnight my mother she was worried and woke up in a fright saying dear son what have you done to bloody your clothes