Amelia Curran - The Sunday Song lyrics

No one's gonna call No one's gonna call today I can't do nothin' wrong Or anything at all It's lonely at the top It's lonely at the bottom of the totem pole No one's gonna come No one's gonna come around There's nothing to be done And nothing makes a sound I'm tired as a whale Driftin' from a river bed to higher ground Sleepy like a boon Sundry like a bang I'm hurting like a uniform And stupid as a lamb No one's gonna call No one's gonna come around Tipsy like a jukebox Topsy like a gin I'm tortured like a microphone And happy as a sin No one's gonna call No one's gonna come around No one's gonna call No one's gonna come around