Eurythmics Stars On Sunday Lyrics

Stars On Sunday Lyrics

a man walked into a bar

and said oooooooohhhhh

and the barman
said

oooooooohhhhh where did you get that suit?

and the man
said

give me a drink

and the barman said oooooooohhhhh

closed
circuit t.v.

spins round zooms

on a packet of cigarettes

stays on
the ashtray

and fingernails

and the barman said oooooooohhhhh

maybe
I just had a bad day

program crashing

disenchanted

I hope nobody
tries to get in my way

solid traffic

faces frozen

she came
home

with cigarette papers

no compassion

just a companion

she
was cooking

a casserole empty

no connection

to our
problem



ice on the window

hands on the wheel

the glove
compartment

holds a secret

stars on Sunday

you on Tuesday

I
don't know

if you can hear me