The Sunday Mope Two, three, four ♪ I don't remember his name I think he showed me a brain, but I'm not sure I know we started dancing, he started growing antsy My mind, my mind is such a blur No hope, I'm running outta rope I'm doing the Sunday mope From dancing with the dope Now I'm gonna pay Tell me anything, hug me anyway He left stranded, I swear (pa-pa-pa-pa) I stumbled off of the chair and staggered home My phone was in my wallet, I had no one to call it Right there, right then I turned to stone No hope, I'm on a downward slope I'm doing the Sunday mope And trying hard to cope I don't think I can smile Just take care of me for a little while ♪ Forget the birds and the bees I'm having no more of these romantic flings I need to get some work done I'm not a lazy person Yeah-yeah, I've got some things No hope, I'm running outta rope I'm doing the Sunday mope From dancing with the dope I think I'm gonna cry Tell me anything, I'll identify Hug me anyway for another day