Mickey

No kids out on the street today.

You could be living on the moon.

Maybe everybody's packed their bags

And moved away

Gonna be a long, long, long

Sunday afternoon

Just killing time and kicking cans around

Try to remember jokes I knew,

I tell'em to myself,

But they're not funny since I found

It's gonna be a long, long, long

Sunday afternoon

My best friend

Always had sweets to share,

Knew every word in the dictionary

He was clean, neat and tidy

From monday to friday,

I wish that I could be like

Wear clean clothes, talk properly like

Do sums and history like

Edward/mickey

My friend

My friend

Edward

My best friend

He could swear like a soldier

You would laugh till you died

At the stories he told y'

He was untidy

From monday to friday

I wish that I could be like

Kick a ball and climb a tree like

Run around with dirty knees like

Edward/mickey

My friend

My friend

Mickey

Feels like everybody stayed in bed

Or maybe I woke too soon.

Am I the last survivor?

Is everybody dead?

On this long, long, long

Sunday afternoon