Sunday Papers Lyrics - Live At Rockpalast - Joe Jackson

Mother doesn't go out anymore 

Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes 

But every weekend through the door 

Come words of wisdom from the world outside 

If you want to know 'bout the bishop and the actress 

If you want to know how to be a star 

If you want to know 'bout the stains on the mattress 

You can read it in the Sunday papers 

Sunday papers 

Mother's wheelchair stays out in the hall 

Why should she go out when the TV's on? 

Whatever moves beyond these walls 

She'll know the facts when Sunday comes along 

If you want to know 'bout the mad punk rockers* 

If you want to know how to play guitar 

If you want to know 'bout any other suckers 

You can read it in the Sunday papers 

Read it in the Sunday papers 

Sunday papers, don't ask no questions 

Sunday papers, don't get no lies 

Sunday papers, don't raise objections 

Sunday papers, ain't got no eyes 

Brother's headin' that way now, I guess 

He just read somethin', made his face turn blue 

Well I got nothin' 'gainst the press 

They wouldn't print it if it wasn't true 

If you want to know 'bout the gay politician (oh yeah!) 

If you want to know how to drive your car 

If you want to know 'bout the new sex position 

You can read it in the Sunday papers 

Read it in the Sunday papers 

Sunday papers, don't ask no questions 

Sunday papers, don't get no lies 

Sunday papers, don't raise objections 

Sunday papers, ain't got no eyes 

Sunday papers, don't ask no questions 

Sunday papers, don't get no lies 

Sunday papers, don't raise objections 

Sunday papers, ain't got no eyes 

Read all about it, Sunday papers 

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