Sunday Papers - Live - Joe Jackson

Mother doesn't go out any more

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 about the bishop and the actress

If you want to know how to be a star

If you want to know about 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 about the mad punk rockers

If you want to know how to play guitar

If you want to know about 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 heading that way now I guess

He just read something made his face turn blue

Well I got nothing against the press

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

If you want to know about the gay politician

If you want to know how to drive your car

If you want to know about 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

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Get your Sunday paper, get your Sunday paper, get your

Read all about it, Sunday papers