Sunday Dress Lyrics - Crash Test Dummies

I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed 

How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head 

And who'd have ever thought I'd not complain about a mess 

Servers me right I guess 

This is what I get 

For eatin' crackers with my gin 

And drinkin' in my sunday dress 

The telephone is by the bottle, which is always by my bed 

From time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead 

I will wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettes 

I love to play the part of the damsel in distress 

Flickin' ashes in my coffee 

Drinkin' in my sunday dress 

Well I've been on the road to this and I've been on the way to this 

But who'd a'think it'd come to this 

Don't let on you've seem me like this 

My old transistor's sounding just as twangy as a fender 

My radiator growls like elvis after sunday dinner 

I've drained my last tequila and I've thrown away the blender 

I've poured out all the wine 

From how on nothin' but the best 

Cognac and pasty cline while drinkin' in my sunday dress 

Well I've been on the road to this and I've been on the way to this 

I surely ain't a hypocrite 

I've had my fun and now I must confess 

Our reverend is a kingly soul 

Repents 'em on a dime 

His Bible is not inked in gold 

He's not the cheatin' kind 

One sunday after meetin' 

I was in the greetin' line 

He said I've seen you from the altar 

Gulpin' down communion wine 

Just remember who's beside you 

When it's no business of mine