The joy that comes,
The happiness we feel,
As the week
At last turns into weekend!
On Sunday, on Sunday, on Sunday!

Oh, we go through town
Among flowers and stones,
And take walks
Down avenues,
Then we go ride
On a merry-go-round.
We wish that evening would never come!
Oh, we wish, we wish that every single day
Was Sunday, was Sunday, was Sunday.

A balloon! (We can't afford it)
A balloon! (No I don't have any money)
Let's get a balloon, just this one time!
Oh, every single day
We'd like it to be
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.

I whisper a word
And dinner is made,
At the restaurant waiting
Table, set yourself a table!
On Sunday, on Sunday, on Sunday!

Oh, then come the hors d'oeuvres
And glasses with wine,
Salad and pork chops
And beef à la Paff,
Then through the Green Grove
We walk for a while
And afterward I tell John Blund about it all.
Oh, we wish, we wish that every single day
Was Sunday, was Sunday, was Sunday.

More ice cream (No, you've had enough)
More ice cream (You'll get a tummy ache)
Let's have another big scoop of ice cream!
Oh, every single day
We'd like it to be
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.

On Sunday, on Sunday, on Sunday...